It was pretty liberating walking out to a frozen pond -- a very large one -- and standing there, breathing in the crisp cold air. The virgin snow on the ground from the overnight dumping made for a pretty scene. On Friday night I headed towards the Catskills with a party of 8: 1 guy and 6 lady friends. Wish there were more guys quite frankly. It rained in the city but after we crossed the GWB, it was snow from that point on. The weekend was rather restful because I got to sleep in both mornings, which is rare in my life. I feel like I'm always running and that's a fault of my own. Hitting the breaks was good. If there was one sad thing about this weekend was that I went to a place that brought back memories of the last person I loved, because we had spent time at this same exact place a couple years ago. It's easy to think of the happy times and the warm moments, but then I'm quickly reminded that I'm now alone and trying to move on without a rear view mirror.
Staring at a pond covered in snow is a metaphor. I wanted to run across the white canvas before me but there's potential danger underneath. What to do? Walk slowly; take small steps; press against the ice. Each step I'll gain confidence until I've finally crossed the pond and when I look back, I'll see that the canvas has been imprinted with my footsteps -- my journey.
Here's my resolution
I'm letting go
All i need to learn is along this road
And I just wanna be the best man I can be
Breathe
It's my resolution
--Nick
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