Crash out for Christmas
Yesterday was my 33rd birthday and today I am in that weird wake that comes from celebration hangover. The day after you get whatever you want, that odd feeling of normalcy setting back in while you realise that in a short time you are back to usual until the next cycle of the planets. It has been a bit of a stop-start month. I have fallen off from my momentum of writing that I built up over November, instead I am now writing pieces and bits as and when inspiration sets in. Which has been irregular these two weeks of December that have come and gone thus far. I am grateful that I finally got a break to see my family again, my niece is growing up so fast and seeing her figure out the world is one of the purest joys I think you can feel. Seeing my family, especially my parents, this time of year is always bittersweet. It just reminds me that those Christmas's have come and gone, those Christmas mornings at home as a kid where you feel that buzz of excitement the night before and won...