Where has the time gone?

Wasted on the internet, rolling in the depths of my depression and figuring out I really wanted, living to work instead of working to live. We write our own stories, but this year I handed the pen over to my demons. Turns out that while they write an interesting hook, they next finish what they start.

The year is over, but I am not.

I am still here and although I have been quiet on this blog I won’t be in the next year.

Every ending is a beginning.

This next year, I am not making an resolutions or goals.

This year, I am taking over my story.