Merry Christmas, I guess?
It's surreal to think I started this journal as a teenager, and now I'm in my 40s. Time is weird and I don't think I like it.
So, yeah. Merry Christmas, all. It's been a long time, yet again. As always, I want to write things here, I just...never do. It's remarkable how many spoons it takes to write journal entries, and how few I have at the end of the day to try and relive whatever has gone on or gone through my mind. I wonder how many little tidbits of life have been lost like the sands of time because I couldn't be bothered to jot them down. Ah well, if they were that important, I'd have done it.
A year ago I was spending the holidays in Germany, which was lovely. This year, I am home, and away from my loved ones. Life is such a chaotic swirl of circumstances, and the older I get, the less I appreciate the maelstrom. But the winds, they keep a-blowing, so there's not much to it but to stay the course.
Yeah, still didn't have anything much to say here, but I wanted to say something. So something I have said. Came out way more maudlin than I had intended, I'm not nearly as much of a bummer as I sound here, blame it on aimless rambling for the sake of aimless rambling.
Merry Christmas and blessed Yule, all.