New year, same me, that's the way it's always going to be. Because I try and try and try to change, but I always fall back on the same page. I'm impatient and judgemental, and I lie when it's uncalled for. This isn't my story of embracing my imperfections, I'm just giving them their needed acknowledgements. Because I'm old enough to know now, that a new year doesn't necessarily mean I'll be stepping into a new me. I'm just getting older, more mature if you say so. But at the same time, every day is a new opportunity to let go of the same old.