The past year has been amazing — full of love and opportunity and adventure — and the future seems to hold even more greatness.
And I feel guilty for thinking this way when I know so many of my family members and some friends are going through health problems and other shit. My happiness seems really selfish at times, especially lately since I haven’t had time to call anyone to let them know I’m thinking of them during their hard times.
And when I do have time it is hardcore catching-up-on-sleep and being-alone time, so the cycle of selfishness continues. Sigh.
I just wanted to let you know that you’re on my mind, even though I’m terrible at correspondence.