55. my year of nest and observation
I've been building my nest and observing my guest. By "guest" I mean myself. Yes, I'm calling myself a guest.
Every year ends exactly the same. December 31st. Some kind of alcohol and me thinking “Oh, boy, what a year”. Not in a good way. Not in a bad way. In an overwhelming way? Probably.
Year after year, substantial changes occur. That’s how life works and I’m not expecting it to get any easier or less surprising. I want to be surprised. I want to get to Dec…