No Post Today, Just a Paragraph

Most of the time, having lots of thoughts and emotions means I'm really in the mood to write, and the words will just fly out of me. Today though, I can't turn my emotions into words. I'm overwhelmed, in a good way. This morning I dragged a chair into the sun and sat there in my pyjamas soaking up the warmth, flinching when clouds came and the chill became apparent. There's still a chance of snow later on this week. I'm done with it. I'm done with snow and seriousness and self doubt. On New Year's day I was down and I checked my horoscope for 2018 predictions. I cried hard reading that for me this year marked the start of a new decade of my life, one of fulfilment and happiness. The year of you. The promise that I'd fall in love with my own life again. No, I don't think horoscopes and astrology are entirely verifiable, but sometimes you need to feel that the universe knows where you're going, even if you don't. Since then I've been hopeful that this would be the year of me. But the reason there's no post today is because, three months after reading that promise, I really believe that it's true. 

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