The end of 2015; the beginning of 2016

The end of 2015 is now. So, too, is the beginning of 2016. Focusing on the latter is probably a simpler task, but I feel compelled to briefly review the year foregone.

I wrote less and I drove more. I barely touched my camera. I cooked rarely and ate out often out of necessity. I made money, but I spent far more time away from home than at home. I had very little leisure time to myself.

In short, it was basically another year of deferment. The good news is that I only turned 28.

I’ve still got big plans for the future, but 2016 will most probably be more of the same.