Turn around and you will see yourself
We just passed through the annual muse-about-life time of year, and I was as useless as usual in the face of it. Another show went by as well just before that, quietly, while snow raged about and blew blew blew. But that was some time passed now, and all the gifts have been doled out (including the frog above), and all hangovers have been remedied (and perhaps by now repeated).
I wonder if we could somehow capture that end of year feeling everyday, keep it pure, but repeated, so that every morning you think, “from now on I will go to the gym/be a better person/make more frogs/enjoy lollipops/do my morning pages/call/love/breathe.”
