I lose track of the years that have passed, and all that happened within them. It’s easy to grow nostalgic at this time of year, and to worry that we’ve not done enough, or broken the promises we made to ourselves, or that we’ve let things slide away. Maybe those things have happened, but it is life, and it is never perfect or simple.

Instead, I try to recall what good things I’ve done this year. It’s hard, sometimes, as a year can be marred with sour memories, but there is always good somewhere. And the more we practice remembering, the easier it becomes.

I am still quite ashamed of myself for eating that entire outhouse of cheese, though… the scent caught my nose and I just… I was weak.