Oh man, 10 days left of the year.
I generally don't like to dwell on the success or failure of the last year. I don't have time, the new one is near, all fresh and ready for debauching.
Ideas, possibilities, time.... all ready to be used, abused, invested, squandered, spent and enjoyed.
God, what do you think I should do? I know you allow for days of rest. And for joy and love. I bet you like adventures and biking and music and the wind in your hair. And mountain vistas and a good book. Probably even know what I like.
I am certain a good plan is already in motion.
Tuesday, December 21: Sharpie on paper.