I guess I'm too early...
Dec. 24th, 2003 01:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeIt's Christmas Eve...
But I keep thinking about the New Year that's looming.
I've been thinking about next year a lot. More than I should, I suppose. Obsessing might be a better term. My birthday coincides almost exactly with the New Year, and so I generally wibble about turning new leaves a bit more than the average person no matter what.
This year I'll be turning twenty-five. A quarter of a century under my belt, and not much to show for it.
I feel like a failure.
I've had a lot of good things handed to me on a silver platter in my life, and I've done very little with them. I've had it easy, and all I do is whine about things. I bitch and moan about how hard things are, when really I could probably be doing more to be making them easier. Or something. I don't know.
Keats was dead at my age.
Anyway, the point is that I'm trying to pull myself together. I don't want to stay this way. Being the way I am sucks. I have no idea how I'm going to do that yet, but I'll find a way.
I have seven days to think about it and make up a plan, and an entire year to put it to execution. I think it can work. More to follow, I guess.
But I keep thinking about the New Year that's looming.
I've been thinking about next year a lot. More than I should, I suppose. Obsessing might be a better term. My birthday coincides almost exactly with the New Year, and so I generally wibble about turning new leaves a bit more than the average person no matter what.
This year I'll be turning twenty-five. A quarter of a century under my belt, and not much to show for it.
I feel like a failure.
I've had a lot of good things handed to me on a silver platter in my life, and I've done very little with them. I've had it easy, and all I do is whine about things. I bitch and moan about how hard things are, when really I could probably be doing more to be making them easier. Or something. I don't know.
Keats was dead at my age.
Anyway, the point is that I'm trying to pull myself together. I don't want to stay this way. Being the way I am sucks. I have no idea how I'm going to do that yet, but I'll find a way.
I have seven days to think about it and make up a plan, and an entire year to put it to execution. I think it can work. More to follow, I guess.
