So far, all my resolutions have gone to pot. I have not managed to keep a single one. I do not exercise – have put my gym membership on hold, I am not writing – I'm devouring books though at an extremely alarming rate, and I can't seem to remember to song in the shower. It is all so sad.
But today was the snow day. It was also the day we decided that we do not want to live in Manhattan anymore and are setting out sights further north. To be honest, I am not sure how I feel about that. So as I do with all unpleasantness, I am ignoring it. I am feeling bruised and tender. Not exactly weighed down with the general air of depression and despair that swirls around 318 East these days, but more with a lack of joy. My spirit is wounded. My soul is weighed down. My heart is heavy. And I don't know what to do about it. Obviously, I need to snap out of it. I tell myself that I need just one thing to happen to me. Just the one thing and I think I will be alright.
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