1.1.2026. THURSDAY - A Lazy New Year
Somehow it feels fitting that the new year starts on a Thursday on which many things still linger incomplete.
The moon is a waxing gibbous. The last of the Christmas Eve snow is still lingering icily. My room is still not as clean a slate as I would have wanted it too.
And it's windy. It feels insistent. Pushing all of it to completion, impatiently, as if the wind's assignment is overdue, as if the moon was supposed to be full yesterday already and the grass snow-less and my room dust-less.
But I like that it's Thursday. That not everything is perfect yet. That I have three and a half more days to sort myself out, to begin the year in earnest. Because we all know that the promise is to start on Monday - as usual. So these days feel indulgent - a bonus I hadn't really expected even though it's been on my calendar since the calendar has been invented.
I stepped outside earlier, intending to take a short walk around our garden, to reset my mind and body, but the wind's chill has quickly caused me to retrait back into the warmth of the house. I suppose that's all admission I need to accept that it's not time yet; I'm still allowed to linger.
