Year after year, there’s something about the colder months that really jack up the volume on everything inside me. It’s not just the weather, though the dark mornings and darker evenings don’t help. It’s the year winding down, the calendar screaming “four weeks left!”, “shit, no, three weeks left!” or whatever it is. Then Suddenly, everything feels like it’s on an express countdown clock. And then my brain decides to choose chaos As my brain dodges the reflective positive laps, and everything I wanted, everything I promised, and every passion project I committed to finishing, loops louder. And all those “this year I’ll…’” moments play on repeat—when I never asked it to. I just…
