I’m spending the last few hours of 2012 rifling through old love letters, pictures, and voicemails – yes voicemails! – from former lovers and boyfriends; beautiful things said to me in moments of fondness and passion – connections I haven’t wanted to relinquish for fear of somehow being invalidated. And yet, I know that I must dispense with the past in order to move forward. Do I want to move forward? Of course I do! Why I have I retrieved this email from the recycle bin five times? Am I perspiring??
I love the month of January – its symbolism of “all things new.” The chance for do-overs. I LOVE do-overs. Delete.Delete.DELETE. Much better.