I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions.
I mean, I guess they can exist and they work for some people, but not for me. One, I’ve always eschewed normalcy and tradition. Two, not a fan of typicality. But mostly, it’s the arbitrary nature of it. Why does this calendar number mean you should think about the future and change what you do that’s terrible? Why not, March 29th? Or July twelfth?
Filed under life, travels
I’m staring out the window as the sun sets. It’s neither pretty nor exciting. It’s just kind of there. I used to love watching the sunset for the wonder of it all. It was SPACE! And SCIENCE! right there in my back yard. And now I’m watching it from halfway around the world and I just seem to not feel much of anything. Except bad. I feel bad I don’t feel much of anything.
Filed under fiction, travels