2010?

Resolutions? Nah not really. More like "rollover goals" from last year. A part of me wishes I shared the same optimism that the rest of world seemingly possesses right now and that I like to call "The New Years High." You look around and see all of these sensational sounding Facebook status' and tweets that declare how much everyone is going to thrive like never before. However, like all things that go up...you know gravity gets down (how bout that pun?). Having lived for 22.5 years, I've come to realize that this "high" usually comes back down after tax season. With that being said though, I hate to sound like the miserably jaded, self-loathing writer too so I guess I'll add that what you confess and believe actually does have the power to change your reality.

I don't know man. It's like I came into this year sober and in God's house on my knees in prayer hoping that it would somehow be a symbolic tone-setter for the remainder of the year but for some odd reason, unlike those who brought in 2010 with their head in a toilet bowl, dancing with a sweaty stranger, taking a hit of some good weed or making out with whoever was in grabbing distance and still manages to be feeling exuberant about the coming year...I feel lost and confused. Maybe I'm just having my quarter-life crisis and my failure to cope with life's uncertainties is getting the best of me. Whatever the case may be, since I'm still here the least I can do is make my space and time account for something this year right? To dream or not to dream? That is the question.