.x. Incoming Message

It’s funny the optimism that the new year brings. You could pick any day to start over but it’s never quite the same as when you have the first day of a brand new year. Of course, we eventually drag ourselves to the end and it’s more of the same old, same old. But in the beginning there’s hope, right? New beginnings. Changes. Resolutions. Newer, more improved versions.

Will I be a new and improved version? Unlikely. I’m going to try and improve though. I want a better life. A better job. A better social life. To be more at ease. To have sex again after three years (it’s too ridiculous, I cannot). Don’t hold my tongue. Be epic.

Yadeyada. I will try and rock it. But I like this feeling of optimism. I might loiter in it for awhile.