I decided not to make a big deal out of the New Year this time around.
Typically, I would start journalling in a whole new notebook once the new year rolls in. But this time, I think I’ll just carry on at whatever random page I left off at last year.
Because I don’t want to waste the unused notebook pages. And maybe also because it would be a strikingly painful reminder each time I start off a new notebook how meagre my writing has become.
The kind of writing that fills up my private spaces. Not that commercial kind that I am forced to craft to help make ends meet.
It’s only been a few days into the New Year, but honestly, I feel it’s already gotten old. Or maybe it’s me that has.