As I begin to put my fingers through its usual exercise, that saying came to me.

Every ending is a new beginning. There are no truer words, except for the thing that is ending, but even then, being the end of something is a new beginning. So, I guess it is true no matter how you look at it.

That above thought was ridiculous, but I’m not going to erase it.

But, I’m just beginning my last full day here in Chicago, leaving bright and early tomorrow morning, and it is the first day of the year. Ending. Beginning.

As I’ve written multiple times before, I’m looking forward to what 2015 has to bring. So far, it is shaping up to be a great year with my many travels and projects. I surely will not be bored, but it’s not like I get bored easily either. There will always be something that entertains me or holds my interest.

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And so I started two photography projects and my first picture for my 365 has been posted. I decided to add a little haiku along with my BW pictures too. Below is my first one.

Endings. Beginnings.
Soul starts year happy centered.
Blissful nirvana.

It’s fitting.

Very fitting.

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I have spent a lot of my writing time doing something else, but mostly it is because I don’t think I have much to say anymore, as I’m just sitting here biding my time, taking up as much of the day as possible, as I try to figure out what to do with myself today.

I still have so many hours, but I think it’ll just be a quick and lazy day today where I don’t want to do much. I don’t think I’ll make the effort to go to the Girl & the Goat. Too lazy and I just want to keep it simple. Maybe Shaw’s for lunch and then Sierra Tavern for dinner? Both restaurants I have been to, but I don’t want to go far. I just want to be in and out and back to the hotel and do nothing.

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I’m starting the New Year as a new person. I’m starting to start the New Year better than I was before. Every year, one should start as a new person. Growth.

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As the day goes by, slowly warming up by half a degree, more and more people are out and about.

I sit here, not even focusing on the words or thoughts that I’m trying to put on the page but staring out the window, people watching, seeing people go about their day in the blistering cold, figuring out where they are going, what they are doing since I have no plans whatsoever.

My day is free. My hours are free.

Time is free.

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Whelp, I think it is time for me to go. This isn’t going anywhere.

Happy New Year.