0 comments
29 years and 10 days.
Foamy hot chocolate and a doughy croissant.
Clipper and mitts.
Shitty music and morning stretches.
Quietness with the black-and-whites.
Small words that matter.
It's in the little things that I choose to focus on, and smile.
I think I'm working the cold like a trooper if I could say so myself.
Running on the 3 coldest nights of the season thus far!
But with jolly smiles and crazy company, I'd do this again any day.
2017, what a year it has been.
I'll be thankful to put it behind, albeit with still some doors not yet shut.
To breathe, and be myself.
To laugh and smile at anything I want, without always looking back for approval or impending judgement.
I would like to be on top of a mountain, doing that 2018 thing, re-looking at priorities,
with the peace, the cold, and the beautiful silence.
So much to give, yet it is as cold as snow.
I don't even feel anymore.