I might have had some unrealistic expectations about the holiday season this time and they might have sucked. Big time.
All the books I were to read, all the stories I were to write, and all the art I were to make still remain untouched. I spent the last three weeks curled up in a blanket drinking chai, watching snow and Netflix, okay a bit more of Netflix than snow.
It also makes me wonder if there were no external pressures, I might spend my whole life trying to escape life, just lazily looking at things drinking tea.
2017 is going to be a good year.
I can feel it.
So here is to all of you who survived the holiday season.
Love and hugs