Writer and Friendly Neighbourhood Philosopher
Just Thinking…
It Was The Fest Of Times…
We are itching to get out there and be silly, to not act our age. We’re dying to play and pretend. And if you’ve ever been to one of these events, you’ll know that it entirely common for responsible, mature adults to get unapologetically ridiculous at them.
In Praise Of New Years (All Of Them)
These celebrations are resets. Each has its own manner of clearing out what doesn’t serve, and welcoming in what might be helpful. They are festivals of “Whoa! So, that all happened. Now what?”