At Year's End

It came.

It went.

There goes 2010.

It was far different than I ever could have imagine. Though, to be completely honest I have never really thought too far into the future, at least when it comes to predicting a full year. I guess I just figure, "Why disappoint yourself?"

Anywhoo.

2011.

Hm.

I wrote a note last year that I refuse to look at now. It was something about how I hoped 2010 would go. Something about what I really wished for. I'm not entirely sure.

I am worried about this year. I am worried about the outcome of all the decisions I will be making. I am worried about where I will be in January of next year. And not because I think the world will be ending.

I am just worried.

I want to be happy. I want to be content. I want to be doing something that doesn't make me so viscerally unhappy.

I don't know what that is.

I'm just going to stop this here before we all lose our heads out of boredom.

This post has been brought to you by the lonely rambling Rylee that winter has created. You are welcome.