I wasn’t expecting to write any of the typical New Year’s blab. Expected to just sit here, feel all the typical things I normally would, and then try to sleep it off.
Then something unexpected happened. At around 30 minutes til midnight, it hit me that this wasn’t just a bad year….it was a bad decade. Was around 2010 when I last experienced any continued and meaningful success, and when my life trajectory started consistently downward for the first time.
You would’ve thought that that realization would’ve just made the last half hour of said decade that much worse. But oddly enough, it didn’t. For no reason whatsoever, I started to sense a little more hope than I usually do. So instead of turning off the world even more and letting the tears well up as many other people celebrated, I sat here feeling like I’d gotten another wake-up call about life.
Feels strange. I don’t know how I will react to it going forward (if at all). But it’s a welcome relief from the blanket of hopelessness that I’m too often covered with. Regardless of how long it lasts.
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