I hate the entire “Futures” album by Jimmy Eat World (and by hate, I clearly mean love and am obsessed with). It’s ridiculous how a song can trigger every single memory and emotion you’ve ever had in your entire life. It’s also ridiculous how you can love a song (Hello, “Work”) and then it ultimately becomes your life. If you haven’t heard of this band, shame on you. If you haven’t heard this album, shame on you twice. If you don’t like it after listening to it, shame on me for being friends with you.
Yesterday, I updated my Facebook status with something like, “Sometimes there’s not enough Wellbutrin in the entire universe.” and you just have no idea how true that is. Do you ever just inexplicably feel depression pressing down so hard that it makes your chest ache? Just out of no where, you know? I think there’s plenty of merit to the idea of Seasonal Affective Disorder and the winter blues. All I want to do is go home, put on comfortable clothes, and sleep. And eat. I always want to eat. But, I’m trying to make myself do better, make myself work out, make myself visit friends, as opposed to going home and tapping out.
December always brings those reflective posts about the months before and the promise of a new year, with new goals that will ultimately be thrown away by January 17th. Oh, and a million people posting the lyric, “A long December and there’s reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last…” which is a great song, but if you’re posting it every single year, then you’re probably doing life wrong. Not that I’m not doing life wrong, but I’ll point at you before I point at myself. The human condition obsesses with the promise and hope of something new, something different, and nothing marks that like the start of a new year. All of the shortcomings of 2012 wont chase you into 2013, right? Probably not right.
With 31 days left, I can tell you that 2012 was good. I love even numbered years because I’m weird like that, but 2012 really was pretty sweet. Not that anything spectacular happened in my personal life, because God knows that might call for a parade, but lots of cool things happened. One of my best friends got married to a great man, then fought breast cancer and won, a sweet baby boy made it through heart surgery like a champ, my Daddy is beating prostate cancer, my family is still intact, my friends and their families are doing great, I’ve met and become close with some really great new people, and… well, Kentucky won the National Championship and I got to see it with my own eyes and cry like a baby in the Superdome. There are definitely more things, but I’m just naming the first things that cross my mind.
That being said, I think I’m ready for 2013. I don’t know if it will really make a difference, I don’t know if anything will change (I don’t know if I want anything to change?), but I’m ready for whatever happens. I don’t have any specific goals set, I just want to continue to better myself. I’d like to be kinder, talk less, listen more, be more in control of my emotions, be more generous, and stop worrying about things that I have absolutely no control over. Well, maybe I do have some specific goals? Regardless, I know that I’ve surrounded myself with all the right people, that I have the right job, and that although sometimes I feel incredibly lost and a little bit broken, I’m doing a lot of things right.
At least that’s how I feel today.