This isn’t the first time I’ve used this blog title, but it’s a good line from a good song (wonderland by mike garrigan, in his collapsis days). The bridge is: “And I’m going to hang on till the end / And all that could mean / Another year ends and then begins / It’s all just a dream / Still I’m going to love you where I stand / If I stand at all / Still I’m going to do the best I can.” It’s one of those songs that comes to me a lot, in the inaudible soundtrack that scores my life.
Today marks the end of my 31 day challenge of daily blogging. The kick in the pants has been good for me, and I hope to keep writing more here. Better yet, I resolve to.
Today also marks the end of a year, and a decade (I know, some people have big feelings about that and consider decades run from 1-10, but I am going to go with the majority on this one.) It’s been a long year, and a hard one, but the decade has been so short, so full. Time is a funny thing: the seconds press forward with regimented regularity, but the pace can vary from a crawl to a sprint.
New years bring new hopes, which is why people are so prone to resolutions. I hope, too. I could fills pages and volumes and shelves of libraries full of hopes. Mostly, I am resolving to do the best I can, and to be satisfied with that. To long, but to rest.