the words she knows the tune she hums

snow came down and lay its white blanket on time.

the year's outro has begun

and I'm struggeling with words to describe the past months, to catch mental hold of where I and my life have gone with our bags overfull of wide-eyed hopes and a good bunch of tiny dresses

and I'm struggeling with words to capture where I want to take myself.

(I believe in the power of carefully chosen words as guidelines for myself because when I am at the point of being able to define something exactly, it can't be that hard to achieve)

there is something about this time of year that is so liberating, like the sight of a blank paper that you know will soon be filled.

so whilst marching through the crispy white I am working on my list of resolutions.

I do this religiously- not only at the turn of the year although I appreciate the cornerstone image of it- like doing some kind of work at the relationship I have with myself:

checking if the person I am is the person I want to be and how I can get closer to being good.

I think everyone should do this, looking into yourself like you're sitting down with an old friend over steaming cups.

things will be a neurotic rush again soon enough and it's even more refreshing to put on those inappropriately tiny skirts and spill champagne all over your pants when your soul is at ease.