Growing up is a strange thing. It is strange because I am at that age where it starts getting a little awkward for people to ask how old I am. What?
Emotionally, it has been a rough day, weeks, year. Each year brings in reflections and today with the morning came a unwanted realization that I am prone to addictions. Addicted to the internet, addicted to my phone. What do you do with it? D and M took me out for lunch, which was very appreciated, and I had a few moments of unadulterated glee from the huge strings of lights in the Hyatt hotel. D also tried to hint at the B to treat us, which of course he smilingly declined to do.
I came home to two lovely, sweet cards, and then proceeded to read a post entitled Justice For Quinten.
It made me sad. But it also satisfied that idealistic, justice-seeking, part of me. So here it is.