I have no words to truly describe the absolute wild ride that has been 2025 so far, so I’m not going to even bother. Instead I’m going to quietly accept that it is somehow already March and just move on. It is Sunday afternoon as I sit and write this. Sundays are typically my day
When you’re a kid, you’re allowed to dream big. Hell, you’re encouraged to dream big. It when we start to get older that we are told that we have to be realistic. We’re expected, when we are in our teens, to chose a path in life and study it. We’re expected, usually in the junior
Somewhere With Regret 