Very Nearly Three AM

There’s something special about three in the morning.

Especially when it’s presented by an ambitiously enjoyed bottle of delicious pink moscato¬†from your once-estranged parents.

It’s a dangerous and manic time that presents so many possibilities that always come across as precisely as constructive as a burst of energy on an aeroplane.

This time is different, though. You wanna know why? Because this one time I choose to do something with that energy. Just This Once.

This is not the First Night of the Rest Of My Life. In fact, I think the only way to reach the Rest Of My Life is to make productive choices as difficult and wholly one-off occasions, without any commitment to changing myself for the better every time in the future. I’m not a Rest Of My Life kind of woman, I think.

I’m a Just This Once, type.

I think that’s a better fit.

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