New Year’s Toast

It’s about 20 minutes until we ring in the new year and I’m in the guest bedroom at Tamara’s house waiting for the countdown.

Why am I on the computer?

I don’t know. Although there are a nice group of people mingling and drinking in the basement, it feels so…empty for me.

I could have never imagined my life would become the way it is right now. I’m not sure if I’m happy or sad about it. I’m mostly scared. Afraid of the unknown.

I won’t let my fear paralyze me though. I guess I have no other choice in the matter. I have to move forward.

In about a half hour I will make the 25 minute drive back to my shared condo in Vinings and then relax and imagine what my future will become.

It’s been a crazy ass year but it’s been a progressive one.

So here’s a New Year’s toast to progression.

Cheers!