New Year is always depressing to me. Its not really a "new" year in the sense that lessons from the past year are learned and not repeated, its more of a "thank gawd we made it through another freaking year, let's hope we survive the next one".
New Year means that tax time is coming up. That's something to look forward to, isn't it?
New Year means starting the same old grind over again, same job, doing the same things, same routine, nothing changes except the digit you write at the end of your check date.
I haven't won the lotto, haven't found a likeness of the blessed virgin mary on a potato chip, haven't invented something that everyone wants, so my chances of "jumping" out of the dull routine are pretty slim to none. Still have to work, haven't been discovered as the latest hippest blogger, or cartoonist. Hubby's pictures haven't been "discovered" and purchased for outlandish sums of money.
So, on Tuesday, we'll slog back to work as always, get told what to do, get told to change it, get told to change it back, get our paychecks, pay our bills, worry about paying taxes, worry about what if we get told we're no longer needed to change, then change back things.
For those of you who simply say "If you want something bad enough, you should be brave enough to just go do it"... you have too much freakin money and live in delusion. Give away your money, work an 8 to 5 job, live paycheck to paycheck and in fear that someone that doesn't like you will can you, then tell me about all those glorious dreams you speak of.
Its not a "new" year, its just another year, like last year, the year before, and certainly like the ones coming up. Same thing, same routine, same.
So, Happy Another Year, now get back to work.