Day 1.

So, I know it's a bit early for a New Year's resolution. But, alas, I thought it might be fun to be the early bird.

My New Year's resolution is write.

To write without shame, to not care what anyone thinks of what I have to say (even if it is bull.) Because that's what writing is, am I wrong? I've always thought that writing is a selfish art, for those who feel the need to speak, to say what you never thought you would say.

For a while, I felt like I was being tied up and forced to write. Like I was being forced to pick at miniscule pockets of the mind and force them onto an unwilling piece of paper that cringes at the thought of being graded.

This is my last ditch effort to save my love. To rescue our relationship that has, for some time now, been walking the thin line of love and hate. And so, I begin a 365-day journey that might just land me back to somewhere I once was.

But better.

See you tomorrow.