I want a fresh start.

Isn’t that what the New Year is supposed to be all about?

But it’s not.

It’s half way through the school year. It’s a third of the way into a work commitment. It’s almost seven years into one son’s life, five for the other. It’s us on the way to our 15th wedding anniversary. It’s another Sunday, the same old friends, the bathroom still needs someone to clean it, and all my unfinished projects still need to live or die.

And sometimes all those things are wonderful.

And sometimes I just want to run away.