My year began barely functioning…
For days I thought of beginning with those words. At the same time, right after, I would think how dramatic it was to say that. To an extent it was true. But those words could also be interpreted as highly uneventful, which is also an accurate description of the start of 2018 for me. In fact every year for me.
I have never done or made resolutions. I find them pointless. Or should I say, I wish to find them pointless? Just like I found the whole excitement or planning behind the celebration of New Year’s Eve. (Perhaps that’s resentment) Despite living in NYC my whole life, I have spent New Year’s Eve at home. And as years have passed, I have been less willing to keep up the facade of interest as my family wished to spend some “quality time” while watching the concerts on television till countdown. Instead, I found myself doing what I had recently begun to love for the past few years. Being in bed, under my warm blanket, watching something I was actually interested in, instead of watching how other people celebrated their New Years Eve.
The grating sound of my family members calling me to join them every few minutes only succeeded in making me more interested. I had felt horrible that I truly just did not want to join them. I loved spending time with them, but there were moments like these I could just no longer force myself to be something I was not…happy while counting down for another year of who knows what.
As I reread this, I realized how pessimistic I sound. That was definitely not what I was going for.
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