each year we wait for the next. we vow to change and we pray for forgiveness.
some years roll around and you hope that they'll be different from the last but you know its just more of the same. more of the same that makes you unhappy. nothing will change until you pull the courage out of your pocket. those are the years you remember with pride. change is a thick cloud of snow filled with the promise of adventure and the fear of failure but daring makes your failures seem like conquests. i've been rejoicing in the colorful laughter of the people i care about and reflecting upon those private moments of sublimity.
its only december but I feel like i'm already dancing on a clean slate.
