Melancholy or Merry? Both.

It's the end of the year sadness for me. Quiet. Introspective. Some read more into this than they should. I'm allowed.  

I need this as much as the mania, laughter, and snark. Maybe even more.

It's as if I've a blanket on me that I've snatched and pulled all around me, holding tight, making sure I'm covered properly with all the security I need and trust. And now it's the time to loosen my hold and straighten the fabric to fold and put away for 2023.

Because I won't be taking my 2023 blanket into 2024. 

New goals, books, decisions, and thoughts. New experiences. New intentions. 

But between now and January 1st? 

Lots of thoughts. 

I've pushed back starting a book because I need the separation. I have tabs open, but I haven't dived into OneNote yet. But when I do, it'll be back to the heart of it. The absolute madness of the story and the love affair we'll have. The air will be electric.

But for now, I'll relax at my desk, talk sweet to Simba, and let the end of the year wash over me like gentle waves.

Merry Christmas and the Happiest of New Years!

Crystal*