I cannot stay awake for much longer. Today was a Day. In an hour and change, I will twenty-nine, which isn’t old but feels old sometimes except when it doesn’t. I do not feel twenty-eight and I doubt I’ll feel twenty-nine.
This year, I learned:
- Patience, or how to exhale it out
- Relativity, or how we think or say things matter but we will not see that there things matter more
- Size, or how to treat others who are smaller
- Home, or ‘happiness is wet and scratchy cat-tongue’, or ‘An unmade bed is fine as long as it gets filled up with warmth against the night’.
I may get a pie for my birthday. Maybe even a drill-driver.