I’m in LA. Perpetual rain for the past 5 days. On the eve of 2026.
It’s 2026 and I am still waiting for my life to begin. Maybe that could be my New Year’s resolution:
Begin your life.
I’m not sure how it would start.
Maybe it would be akin to walking into a movie theater, 30 minutes late. And the movie has a very complicated plot line you can never quite catch up to before it ends.
And then you walk out of the theater in a befuddled daze.
And you can’t remember where you parked.
You can’t even remember whether you drove or not. Because if you did drive, you should not have. Because your vehicle registration expired over a month ago. Sometime back in 2025.
Which begs the question:
How does one begin a life if it arrives too late?
Sheepishly
Defiantly
Sleepily
Obliviously
Habitually
Hungrily
Waifishly
Nakedly
To be continued.
At some point.
But don’t wait too long.