It's New Year's Eve. It's a quarter to ten. And I am alone in my underwear writing on here.
I am still deciding if I want to go out.
I think I am going to.
It's 12 degrees in Denver and the sidewalks are made of ice.
I have no where to go and no one to see. Whatever my friends are doing tonight, they are doing it without me. I think everyone is just staying home.
But I still think I am going to go out.
Not to have some meet-cute and romantic adventure, (though I wouldn't turn that down). I am going out just to go out.
Just to be around people.
It's the new year.
And I know that doesn't actually mean anything.
But I also know that everything can mean something if you let it.
I want a symbol of change.
I want a feeling of newness.
I want to feel that this next year might be different.
If I have a New Year's resolution, it is this:
I want to love more. I want to love unconditionally and with cynicism and self-consciousness. I want love to emanate from me at all times.
That begins today.
Not because it's a new year.
But because today is the only day that we have.
9:42 p.m. - 2014-12-31
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