Me,

I have no idea what to say to you. I have made a coffee, washed my hair and slipped back into bed and still I’m not sure what this letter is about. All I know is, it is addressed to myself.

I guess I wanted to write about beginning, considering today is the first day of the New Year. I know you’re struggling with the idea of beginning because you’re in the middle of something. I know you’re struggling with the pressure that a new year means something. Your head is full of memories and only outlines of future plans.

Spend a few days with the memories. They do not have to be negative because they live in the past. The more you try to be free from them, the more they turn up in your dreams as names and faces you must stop wishing you could forget. Some…