podeamso long, oh-five
The cursory end of year post, with the declaration that this was the best year ever, not withstanding the fact that so was last year, and the year before, and most probably next year as well.
This year has been good though; learning and losing and loving. The year would be special, not so much for the what happened, but whom happened: I’ve met people I can clearly envision myself meeting for a dinner and gossip twenty years down the road.
Difficult decisions were made. Or rather decisions I had already made, but was very close to changing, very close to not following through, when the time came.
I’ve matured, in writing if nothing else. No longer frivolous with word and nature (not very, anyway), I’m glad – my archives cause actual pain.
And here’s to the new year. May it be good and wholesome and peaceful and various other naiveté.
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