January 5, 2025

Play louder.

First real week of January, of 2025. Weeks yet before I will adjust to writing the new date.

I made no resolutions. I will make no resolutions (though this appeal remains).

Did you? What’s one that you’re willing to share, if so?

Five days in - the year really does still feel new, feels crisp, feels pristine.

That is the promise of January, of Janus - a doorway to optimism and possibility, despite all that has happened so far. The halfway mark is months away; the ledger could still be positive.

I made no resolutions, but I did get the gift of a wonderful new notebook. Each page, a blank slate. Just as well.

Attribution

Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
                                  Play louder.
You will not succeed. 
— from January by William Carlos Williams (yes, that guy)