Eat your leftovers

I always anticipate the New Years. I tell myself that sparkling accessories, (imaginary) kisses at midnight with my (unrequited) love, and a multitude of resolutions that fall apart within a matter of weeks into January will definitely be better than last year, of course! Who knows if this year will be any different. But as I sit here typing this, eating leftover stirfry from weeks ago, which doesn't smell like it's gone bad yet, (but who knows? cross your fingers!) I have realized that in addition to cleaning out my fridge, I also need to clean out my life. So I will eat my leftovers; my leftover emotions, my leftover thoughts, my leftover insecurities, my leftover dreams, my leftover relationships, and take some time to stew and digest and then move on. Move on to new, unknown territory, new tastes and flavors.

Because after a while, leftovers lose their appeal, and you can only have them for so long.

Now if you'll excuse me, there is some leftover peppermint ice cream that needs to be taken care of...

Where have you been all my life?

It's been a while. I've been meaning to write, but like an old friend you very nearly fall out of contact with until you receive a random phonecall or a postcard in the mail, I've decided to write again after an unexpected hiatus.

...

And my mind goes completely blank. How do you sum up months, nearly a whole year, in only a few words? Where do I begin? What's important enough to document?

Let's just start anew. I'll plant my stories in a plastic cup, water them every day, and hope they grow into something wondrous.