It's that time of year again. Bring out the streamers, paper hats, champagne, the one you'll kiss at midnight. And then, you'll hear that sad song.
With its horns and plaintive tone, "Auld Lane Syne" saddens me; it signals the passage of another year in which nothing spectacular happened other than struggles and failures. True, I finished my novel, but I thought I'd have an agent by now. I'm trapped in a job I'd like to stop doing because of its instability and stressful politics. I regained the ten pounds I'd lost. I constantly worry about money. Life doesn't seem enjoyable right now. What's the point in celebrating 2010? Chances are it will be the same as 2009.
Resolve, that's what. I'm tired of feeling like a failure, watching my friends succeed while I'm left behind, struggling and stagnating. I work hard, but I need to exhaust myself. Nothing comes easily for people; there's no fairy godmother to grant wishes. Maybe next year hearing those horns won't make me cringe.
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