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...
