I was thinking recently, this world is a lot newer to me than I am to it. There’s nothing really new for me to say, or feel, or hope for. What really blows my mind, is that someone miles away, that I may never have even met, is, has, or will probably go through something that I already have, and

“I’d like to live with a newt,” you might quietly shout to yourself as I did in 7th grade. I got one. His name is Newty. I also named our golden retriever “Goldie.” I guess I was a late bloomer in the creativity department. Anyway, I put him in the same category as lizards and goldfish as far as life