It’s that time of the year, laughing out loud, that we all make promises that we cannot usually keep. Unless we have the iron will of a stoic.
Diets will be purchased, good luck to you and I mean it. Promises to selves will be uttered with honest conviction. But…
We are flawed beings. Meaning we cannot be anything but ourselves. That hurts.
Nevertheless I offer you all the salutation of a Happy New Year and I mean it. May happiness find you and stay for the duration.
I promised a real look into the virus. Here ’tis.
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navigating the human condition while coming to terms with the purpose of life.