So, I didn’t even realize how months got away from me, and I haven’t posted anything at all. I’ve been so busy. After slaying the Jabberwock, I went on a cruise (!) with my beloveds, and then I was recovering from those social requirements when Christmas happened, and well… yeah. It’s just been a whirlwind.
So I was getting back to some journaling this morning, and rereading entries from the past year, just cause it’s always nice to get some perspective on how I’ve grown, what I’ve achieved, how things are hopefully better than they were. Log the baby steps, you know. And life is pretty darn good.
I have some poems I want to share. One about my cousins that I wrote back in August, and I’ve meant to edit and share, and another that I wrote earlier this week. I’ve contemplated not sharing them until they are more finalized, but I think I need to put them out there so that they germinate into what they are meant to become. But they’re a bit rough still. Don’t get scratched… or stabbed! Or do, please, get stabbed. That is my purpose after all. Stabby feels.