This Moment is a Butterfly
Thursday, January 31st, 2008January is almost gone — and I feel like I’ve been neglecting this place.
I want to do more here. I’m going to have to try harder. Free time just flies away from me, now. The moments are butterflies…or snowflakes. Falling up, fluttering away. I should do more of this, though, because more of this is more like me. Or at least more like the me I want to be.
It’s colder now. And dark. The last hours of my two days off. They are warning of ice and snow in the morning. I’m back in, then. Doing my bit for the money.
Gotta try harder.
Gotta get back to being more like me.