New Year’s Eve is a good excuse to be all sentimental and nostalgic about the year that’s about to end. Especially this year, where all the excitement about the coming year is about the fact that another decade is ending. (I don’t really remember being THAT excited when 2009 was ending. I guess I could remember 1999 being this exciting, but that was because the dawn of the internet was laced with the hoax virus. so.)
Soon, Susan.
“Yes,” said Eustace, “and whenever you’ve tried to get her to come and talk about Narnia or do anything about Narnia, she says ‘What wonderful memories you have! Fancy your still thinking about all those funny games we used to play when we were children.’”
“Oh Susan!” said Jill, “she’s interested in nothing now-a-days except nylons and lipstick and invitations. She always was a jolly sight too keen on being grown-up.”
And by-the-bye, you’ll come to learn, Susan,
that your journey is precious and heartbreaking and set out to make you stronger; yet more raw and vulnerable
than when you started slaying beasts.
Grace for Breathing
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To date: I had a chocolate bar, a bag of chips, three scoops of ice cream with cake, aside from dinner.
The Dangers of Overthinking.
I wasted thirty minutes.
Thirty minutes of life that I can’t take back, because of worry. Thirty minutes that jumped to tomorrow, to the next week, to the next month, to the worst conclusions as I thought about the things I may have failed to do, last week.
