I Still Love You, Neil Gaiman

I came across an arrangement of words on author Neil Gaiman's Internet journal yesterday and they made me feel good feelings so I brought them here.

Also, I love Neil Gaiman, still.

Be kind to yourself in the year ahead.

Remember to forgive yourself, and to forgive others. It's too easy to be outraged these days, so much harder to change things, to reach out, to understand.

Try to make your time matter: minutes and hours and days and weeks can blow away like dead leaves, with nothing to show but time you spent not quite ever doing things, or time you spent waiting to begin.

Meet new people and talk to them. Make new things and show them to people who might enjoy them.

Hug too much. Smile too much. And, when you can, love.

I should probably note that I am entirely aware that in the past week or so this web log has become less a place to read about champagne hangovers and French fries  and the weird relationship I have with my electronics and more of a self-help repository (see here, here and here), but I've kinda been going through it lately, so I'm just gonna keep on going until, well, until I'm through it, I guess.