I will not fight the season but I will try to ride it a little more gracefully. That is my promise to you, January. Febuary, I make no promises.
On the positive side, I can say that I have been honest with my words, which may explain the quick decay. It's amazing how many opinions I used to back down on just because I wasn't as loud. Maybe January can also be for agreeing to disagree and forgiving. I mean forgiveness in the small sense especially right now- forgiveness of the slightly awkward, strange, inappropriate, slow, dumb, snobbish or biting. I believe that I used to jump at every slight turn but that it really gets us nowhere to do so. The people I really like being around right now understand this or are also trying.
Now, if I can only escape the Death Star and get back to the studio. The Death Star sure has great health insurance.