“How’s it going? – A New Year? A New Day?” – question asked. “Oh the same old, same old,” comes the cliched same old answer. And it sounds so glass-half empty – so not new – so already faltering outside the New Year gate. Sometimes, even on a shiny New Year day, that’s how I feel. Laundry still piled up. Hungry mouths to feed. Teens still angsting – just maybe over different things. Trying to grow where I’m planted, though I find myself sometimes surprised about exactly where I am. There’s a lot of same old, same old in my …
