New Year
Goodbye 2019. I wish I could say it’s been fun, but you were a year of change, of catalysts, of pain and of balance stolen. We almost had it all. The first half of the year feels like a terrible mix of effort and failure. The second half felt like a nightmare. Why can’t I wake up and find myself again? Why is the reflection in the mirror so unfamiliar? I look at her, dark circles at the corners of her eyes, hair longer than I’ve seen in decades. A paleness that hadn’t been there before. More fine lines, signs of aging. She looks haunted, with a deep sadness in her eyes where light used to be. She looks tired. Who is this? There’s no way that’s me. Me who began the year with so much hope, so much ambition. So much joy. The polycule had issues, but we were strong. So strong. Now broken, now empty and a shadow of what once was hovers over us all like a dark cloud. It never stops raining, the sun doesn’t shine on the corners of my heart any longer. I am tired. And what of those who...