Everyday I think "okay, now I've seen the worst of it" and every goddamn day I'm wrong. Someone turn the rain back on so I can fall to my knees, rip my sweater west and cry "NooOoooOoooOOo".
Let me get this straight. I go to bed to sleep wonderfully knowing snow is quietly coming down. And I wake up to a massive headache, a whole bunch of wind...and rain. What did I do?!
Snuggles on the sofa, watching the storm outside. I wonder how long I can stay here before my brain tries to convince me to move all the furniture and paint the room.
No new-year-new-me. Turns out, to the right people you'll always be right as you're meant to be. Stepping into 2025 remembering I am loved. You should do the same. Be safe out there.