Twenty Twenty One Has Arrived

I don’t go in for that whole new year new me thing, that out with the old in with the new thing, but I won’t yell at you if you do. There are a lot of old things I love, so why would I throw them out? I try to better myself each day, mentally at the very least, so the newness of me is an ongoing process, one I am proud to be part of.

I understand why people take on this mantra or way of thought, a new calendar is a physical and visual example of “the new” and from that it can be easier to bring change or growth into a life. The cynical view though, looks at the statistics of how many resolutions fail, how many new me’s don’t actually make it into reality.

It doesn’t mean you can’t embrace the idea for as long as you want, and however you want.

Got Thrown A Curveball

Somewhere after coffee break at work the other night, I found myself the brand new owner of some unexpected energy, and damn it if it didn’t follow me all the way home. That really doesn’t happen very often, usually when 9 o’clock break comes around, I am scrounging up a little caffeine and hoping to wind down my day nice and peaceful like. That day though, there was something different indeed.

Maybe I got the correct amount of sleep the night before. Perhaps I had concocted the perfect storm of sugar and caffeine. Whatever it was, it found me being rather productive right up until the time I could leave. Walking home continued that feeling of energy and started to give it a creative bend, to the point that I knew I was going to have to write a blog entry. The entry I envisioned was not this one though, and that is where the curveball comes into play.