Twenty Seventeen is here, but still at the airport.

Landed but not disembarked and yet to claim a few bags (no year is baggage free). By the time 2017 has passed customs and gone through the usual airport arrival rigmarole and found a ride home, then it'll be Feb and you'll be ready....er. 

You'll be readier. 

It's taken me a while to figure this out, but: I think readiness is another one of those things that never can be. A glorious fallacy, a wasteful preoccupation. An illusion like that 'water' in the hot road on the horizon- always out there in front, never closer.

For some January is an entire month of Mondays. 

I've resolved to see January as the savasana of the holidays - the 30-day corpse pose to assimilate all of the stuff, effortlessly, and to focus less on what has to change and more on what may, by all means, stay the same.