Through Time
You know, I’ve never been a believer in new year. Or new year’s resolutions. The only resolutions I’ve made were when I was younger, and vowed to quit smoking. But come 1st January, I’d be lighting up again. When I did eventually quit, it was in September and without fanfare. I didn’t even know I was going to quit – and that it was going to be the ultimate quit so I never started up again – until after it happened. There’s nothing new about new year. It’s an excuse to make resolutions. But if those resolutions really meant anything, we’d undertake them now. Something that important couldn’t wait. And…
Granted
You take a lot of things for granted. You take for granted your physical health. That’s cliché, but it’s also true. For years, I ate crap and taxed my body with irregular meals. One day, I woke up and found I was suddenly fructose and lactose intolerant. I also found I was reactive hypoglycemic. Just like that. I’m sure that, in actuality, I was deteriorating into those conditions, my body regulating normalcy until it could no more, like a button whose twine frays but allows the button to still function until it finally snaps clean off. You take for granted your mental health, that you’ll always have the resiliency to…