2022. I dunno what to say. What motivational statement could I give that hasn’t already been written by Zig Ziglar somewhere? I could say it’s a new page, a new chapter, a new book, but is it really?
Today feels just like yesterday, except I’m sore and my belly’s full of peas and cornbread. Still in a pandemic. Still woke up alone. Still have to return to work on Monday. My holiday week off has been unproductive and joyless, and I have the weighty guilt of knowing that I am responsible for that. I could’ve done better.
But whatever. Happy new year.