Personally, I'm glad it's over. Subconsciously I think I took a twelve-month "time-out". I withdrew and focused mostly on keeping sane. I am sure people wondered what was going on with me, and I am sure everyone took it personally an thought it had everything to do with them. Humans, they be selfish. Don't hold it against them.
Well, I'm back. I'm open and ready for business. And I am sorry to say this has absolutely nothing to do with you. Selfish humans.
I took some time off for the Holidays, giving me a chance to have some time home alone with no one around but Pluto and Lulu. They only judge as cats are want to do, and do not interject and throw their own opinions at you like it's holy sermon, so they're acceptable silent companions. After god knows how many years I've started writing again, and it feels good. It feels new, which is the best part. And challenging. Like I've never done it before. Which, in a way, I haven't. Because this isn't poetry. It's something else. It's a thing I love and a thing I've never attempted to create before myself. It could be a total failure and a total waste of time, but as I keep telling my husband, it's THE JOURNEY that counts more than WHERE YOU END UP. The end is just the end, so who wants to get there before you die? Fuck that. Not me.
Come on 2015, I am ready. The journey continues.