November has been swept away, and I find myself in the whirlwind of mid-December without any sense of having been able to catch my breath.

Is anyone else feeling that? Like they’re drowning under the current that is the passage of time?

There is just so much expected this time of year. Pressure to deliver. To have fun. To cherish family and friends and do community service and, and, and…

And slow down. And say no.And know that you’re loved anyway. That is what I’m working on this year. Do less. Love yourself more.

And maybe write a little, if I get the chance.