the new year is ‘a comin.
that means a lot of things. it means ending, and beginnings, and a lot of in betweens (both literally and metaphorically).
i don’t feel any specific emotions. i don’t feel pressure like i normally would, i don’t feel the anxiety of getting older or losing more time without having moved forward much.
i haven’t been thrilled about being an adult lately. i miss my friends, and simpler times when i didn’t care about school or having a real career down the line. the older i get, the more anxious and neurotic i get. but right now? no, not so much. right now i have the promise of next year and enough common sense, as inherited by age, to know that it’ll be whatever i make of it.
the problem is, i don’t give myself enough credit. so if resolutions must be made, one of mine will be to enjoy more and worry less.
.. to be continued
Posted on 20/12/2011
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