Worn out, weary, and tired I go through the motions of the day. For two more days I must slog through the day and make it through. I suppose that’s a fairly good picture of how the year has been. Just trying to get through to the next year. My mother has always said that odd years are better than the even ones. I had thought at the beginning of the year that this was going to be better than the last. I hate to admit it, but it wasn’t. This year has really been rough. Drowning in catastrohy with no rescue in sight except for those few days that weren’t as bad as the last. Fate guides us in very bizarre directions.
Losing security, losing sincerity, losing a few pieces of the final puzzle only to be puzzled myself as to how to acquire the missing pieces.
I’ve been trying to figure out what I’m going to do for the next few years of my life and I often find myself running in circles. I’m lost in promises people make to me.
I’ll figure it out eventually, but I think there are some very big decisions to come.
I’m just glad tomorrow is the last day of this year, even though circumstances really don’t change. It’s just nice to find escape in the change of a number on my calendar.