It’s 1st January 2022 and I feel a way…I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it has an uncomfortable air of melancholy. As much as I am no longer as driven or deterred by comparison to others, I cannot help but judge my present self and find myself lacking compared with myself of this time last year, or indeed at any other time.
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Fighting Winter
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It’s 1st January 2022 and I feel a way…I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it has an uncomfortable air of melancholy. As much as I am no longer as driven or deterred by comparison to others, I cannot help but judge my present self and find myself lacking compared with myself of this time last year, or indeed at any other time.