New year, New Beginnings, New Approach
As I hopped into bed and began to reach for the remote this evening, after a full day of binging on NCIS and football, I stopped short of turning my tv on. Perched atop of my nest of pillows, I glanced around the room trying to decide how I should wind down. I stared at my guitar collection for a moment, trying to decide whether or not I wanted to play, and if the case that I ordered last week will fit my Sonoran (because that pretty red guitar will make for some nice pictures on the beaches of St. John in 37 days). I looked at my sketch pad, debating on if tonight was the night that I would finish some of my doodles. Then, for a few minutes, I glanced at the half-peeled polish on my toe nails and tried to convince myself that it's about time that I re-paint them. But alas, my patience tonight has worn thinner than the few specks of sparkling red polish that remain. The brass duck on my bookshelf caught my eye, as I pondered how it would look polished, before my concentration fell ...