Last year is officially dead. No coroner's report required. The house has fallen from the sky, the Wicked Witch of the East has passed, and Dorothy has claimed the ruby reds. We are now some hours and minutes and seconds and fragments of time into a new start. Do I feel like I took last year to my full advantage? Did I use it like it so desperately wanted me to? I'm not one hundred percent sure.
Like a lyric from a band I quote far too often in my writing, I'm so much better than I used to be. And incredibly modest! 2008 was a year of personal growth of great bounds. My angst was at an all time high, but with the year ending I feel that the troubles I had are at least somewhat resolved. I'm also more of cynical dick then ever, but on the road of life we win some and lose some. I know I can't change the world, but I can at least make the most of my time on this planet. Everyday is a journey, and with a higher level of personal awareness it's finally time to get out there, experience, and fully enjoy.
I hate to say the cliched "I've done so much growing up this year..." But I did A LOT of growing up this year. Fuck. Even with the turmoil and heartache that follows us, I feel at peace now. Having said so I've inevitably jinxed myself.
Maybe I'll be looking at 2009 twelve months from now like the Wicked Witch of the West, but I possess a slightly higher expectation. Goodbye 2008. I'm glad you are gone.