this morning #1974.

this morning, it finally became clear that this was the year that he’d look back upon in his final days on earth & say “that was when my life began.” fondly. nothing monumental had happened this year, per se. no births or deaths or breakups or breakdowns to shake things up. spark a new start. nothing like that. what made him want to mark the moment was that, for the last ten months, he’d been living a lowkey life. coasting. an existence quite unlike the fractured one he’d lived in prior years. stability that led to an ebb in anxiety. allowed him to focus on something else for once. as for what he planned to do with this new found strength, he hadn’t a clue. he only knew that he was finally ready to give some thought to his future.