I’m itchy. Not in a dermatological sense, but for . . . something. Some change, a shift of scenery, a chance to get out of my routine and do something different. I should be more cautious about what I wish for, given the sea change that’s happened over the last year, and still, there is that longing, that deep desire for the new and different, that place where change can take root.
Once we’re thrown off our habitual paths, we think all is lost, but it’s only here that the new and the good begins.