Last New Year's Eve, I stared at a couple inches of wine in a glass for an hour, then set it down and decided to never drink again.
And I haven't.
That would end up being one of the smaller changes of the year.
It's been a complicated, wonderful, painful, life-altering 365 days. I wouldn't want to repeat them, but am grateful to have lived them and lived through them.
I have an amazing new/old life in a new/old city with new and old friends.
And a great love, the depth and importance (and challenge) of which I could never have imagined and couldn't begin to describe.
I'm lucky to be living and not just surviving.
09: Fucking Fine.
PF
2 comments:
right fucking on
more fucking blogging.please
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