This past year (the last half of it) was good to me.
Nearing the end of the year, and looking forward to 2018, I know that I want two things.
One of them is a thing. An abstract thing. Something achievable. Doable. Maybe.
The other is not a thing at all. I’m such a coward about it I can’t get myself to write about it, even on my own space here. I want this the most. I do not know if I can have it. Or if it’s meant for me.
I wish I knew.