There was a time when I could walk through a forest of my imagination, amongst the trees of my ideas. I could sit against one, embraced by its enchantment and cooled by its shade. I could tend to all my trees.
Now I find myself forgetting many parts of that forest, for they have grown unkempt and wild, unfamiliar to their tender. I have lost connection with a great many ideas I once fondly groomed. I have abandoned the growth.
My hopes for this new year are that a renewed dedication to my forsaken crafts and dreams will connect me once again, with familiarity, to that forest of mine. I'll walk the paths and address those that I've left. I'll have ideas again!
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