What a trouble it is, a new year for the first few days. My hands so accustomed to the old date – writes it unconsciously all over. A few months and it is a habit until another year comes by.
What does a change of calendar do but make me feel older, a little nervous of the passing time that I seem to capture in my daily planner.
I must now go buy a new one, least I forget the meetings scheduled for this year.
A new year means many things, a new planner and it’s cost is the first it brings.
I’ve been wondering for a few days what post should I make for 2021. How should I wish you a Happy New Year for the year it has been. I am out of words. All I want to do is bask under the morning sun as the cold seeps away from my cold feet and hope that everything will be better soon. I hope you take some time to bask in the sun yourself as you feel the sun rays over your skin and realize that it’s magic. Other times I have been trying to buy a new planner, the correct size I am yet to find. And thus, a planner poem instead. Hope you enjoyed.