January is a month…
Use the above to begin (put in the middle of, or end) a thought, poem, short story, or song.
January is a month of anticipated beginnings….which sounds exciting.
And daunting.
And too expecting.
Three hundred and sixty-five days laid out before me,
A whole calendar to fill,
And fill it will.
My goal: to stay in the moment.
For all 525, 600 of them.
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