God I love the new year.
I've never been that good at it. I tend to go a bit hard with the resolutions, and always fail. But there's that dream. That I'll get a new journal for 2019, set out goals, make them reasonable and not overly ambitious...
And then in late December 2019, I'll look back and say, "Wow. I kicked ass this year. Changed in all the ways I wanted to, with plenty of surprises along the way. Grew. Became the person I wanted to be."
I can dream, right? It's kind of all I've got right now. Law of large numbers says I'm bound to hit one of these times.
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Level 48. Closing in on 50.
Eastern Plaguelands have such cool enemy designs, like these banshees.
