This Year
I've been on a walkabout this year. This year I've done things and thought things and felt things I never did before. This year I've been afraid and speculative and provoked and pained. This year has been great. I feel like I've found something I never lost but never had but should've had. I feel like I'm at the bottom of a hill looking up and its a big hill and I don't care. It's nice, cuz I was at the top of that lower hill for so long that I thought there was nothing more. That was stupid. I was blind or at least resistant. This new ride looks fun. It goes pretty high and it should be challenging, but I'm pretty sure I got this. This year of love.
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