The last year has been a horrible one. Family deaths, job loss, failures at school, infighting, car repossesed, yada yada. Actually, the last four years have been horrible. These journals have fragments of those times, and honestly I don't want them repeated ever again.
But now the year(and decade) is over, and I can't help but feel sad.
Yet, I now have an opportunity few have- eight months of "free" time. It's not something I want to squander(again). The next six to seven months will be devoted to returning to the things I love and need to do. I have over three dozen untouched books to read, many written by authors I respect. My dra