There’d be times when you overdid it. You’d get carried away. All the next day, you’d be in a total fog, delirious, absent-minded, crossing the street and nearly getting run over.

Battle scars

"It’s not a race," they tell you.
But someone has to pull the trigger
And you’re expected to run.

This year was about being patient with myself.

I met the spirit that impressed on those who have gone before us the need to coin a word to stand for what we now know as “responsibility.”

April!!! :)