Every year has a different feel to it. So much is expected from what’s to come that nothing hasn’t happened yet and things aren’t going out as planned. I don’t even expect a lot out of an extended time line where things can change.

After a while, I stopped making a new year more than it is. Spending so much time thinking turns my perspective in different directions. It’s not that I’m seeing things in a pessimistic way, after a while I just see things in a realistic way and not be facaded by it all.

Right now, I don’t even know what I’m talking about.