So this is the new year...

And I feel a lot fucking different.

For starters, I don't feel like LA is a haze covered landfill. I'm being nicer to my adopted city this year. I'm getting her ready for the influx of Midwesterners that are coming out here to put down roots and most importantly to surf the shoreline. There is a lot to look forward to and I won't bore any of my life stalkers with the details but its all there and we will wait patiently for it to come together.

Meanwhile, I'm writing. I'm creating. I'm thinking and I feel closer to myself. I like aging. I hate the lines on my face but I like that my body and mind are calming down and I can look at situations and others without only my own interests in mind. I've learned over these years that sun truly does not revolve around me. I'm letting go of my selfish needs in hopes that I am a light in more than one person's life this year.

I won't give up.