The Christmas just passed wasn’t the same as the ones before it. Two more seats were empty. There are holes in our lives and in our hearts. Just keep on swimming.

Going through the motions, slowly, purposefully, taking care over words, sidestepping people, music and memories. Just keep on swimming.

The quiet times to sit and be thankful were quiet and thoughtful-angry-sad-selfish-guilty-peaceful-tearful-painful-disatisfying-thankful. Just keep on swimming.

Every up was followed by a crushing low. Just keep on swimming.

The world mourned superstars. I celebrated my very own.

No resolutions, just a necessary hibernation this January.