new year's day drivel

It's a new year, and somehow that matters to me - and to everyone else. I'll do something different - things will be different. I don't write in a vacuum, but there's no need to name it. 

Time matters - its passing, its spending. This year I only survived, I think. There isn't much to be proud of. I'm not so much further on than I was before. 

I want to do and be better - of course, it is January 1. I want to be prouder, and stronger. All I can think of is time.