My last day of work in this long work week.
A venti latte with an extra shot.
A mind full of ideas.
A heart full of desires.
Feeling nostalgic yet resolute,
void of deadlines or numbers,
with my pen to the paper and no chances to second guess
I made a list.
Be good to my body.
Be kind to my heart.
Write (often & honestly)
Remember that every day is a new blank page in the story that is my life.
Each new page cannot exist without the one before it.
to a new year