This is the year that everything changes.

This is the year that everything changes. Change that will happen to me and change that I will initiate. The rest of my life will not be anything like the previous forty years. Anyone who knew and loved me ten years ago can’t say the same thing about me today unless they get to know me again.

I have no interest in staying the same. I never have, except that the comforting, scratchy, stinky blanket of sameness was indeed comforting in a familiar sort of way.

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