The holidays are over, and it is now the dead of winter. The weeks after the holidays always seems like a letdown, with months of cold dark days stretching ahead. I'm waiting for the leaves to come back to the trees.

New Year's Eve was a good time, and I did some soul searching. Joined a gym and thought seriously about my life. I don't know what's been going on, but my thoughts have been full of non-stop insights lately, about why my life is the way it is and how I got here. I wonder if it's normal, if everyone goes through it when they turn 30. I've been holing myself up in my apartment and avoiding the world for a while, waiting for the world to turn green again. I wish winter only lasted one month. That would be perfect.