It's still last year.

At least that's how I feel. January is almost over and I'm still stuck in 2018.

We all know in reality, it doesnt matter. The way the human being keeps track of time is kind of meaningless to the universe. Last year is merely a concept. Which means, I am stuck in a concept.

I keep waiting for something to start. Something to change. And I think that something is me. And maybe I am starting to change. Maybe I can't see it. Maybe I'm scared.

Last year was a tough one. I grew up too much, and the process broke me somehow.

I don't know what is it about the stars. I never wanted to believe in astrology (it believed in me) but there's something that resets in us with every new year. Suddenly there's another chance (to screw it up again.)

This year this reset has been slow for me. I'm still stuck in December's fog, l'm still processing. I'm still waking up from how hard last year kicked my ass.