I’m feeling festive in fleeting bouts that buzz like wee jingle belled flashbacks, all present and sparkly then, gone.
Nonetheless, home is hyggelig at this time of year.
Following prelims, my son’s deciding what to do with at least some of his future. My head tells him to go with his heart. His heart says he mightn’t be good enough.
Watching someone struggle with a truth that you can’t wrestle to the ground… it’s hard, isn’t it? The future will have to wait a little. For now, back to the (Christmas) present.
Then just like that, there’s only 1 more week to go of #52and39. Read all about it here.