“All we’ve got is this moment” - Michael Hutchence
Well here we are. Three days into 2021. I’m sitting here alone, save for my two dogs laying by me on the sofa, patiently waiting to be walked. He left an hour ago, drinks at a friend’s house beckoned, which was probably more appealing than a Sunday afternoon at home with me while I “angry-clean”. Maybe angry-clean is a stretch. But I am perpetually frustrated by this feeling of suffocation in our home. Stuff. Everywhere. Filling every conceivable space. I have too many clothes and far too many pairs of shoes for a world that offers only seven days a week. And on five of them, I wear a work uniform. I gave a big bag of clothes to a friend today, some still with tags on. I’m still emotionally unpacking 2020, yearning to let it go. LET IT GO. I think that will be my theme as I begin this year still feeling a little fragile at 49. I can’t believe I’ll be 50 at the end of this one. A number I contemplated 25 years ago that I would never reach, by circumstance or by design, I w