It's THAT time of year again.
God, how I hate it. I spend money, get involved in complex travel arrangements, and the worst part is thinking about what I have done over the past year, which means thinking about what I haven't done over the past year. And I am not the type of person who triumphantly crows about the glass being half-full.
Nope, it's not in my DNA. All I can think about is the unfinished book proposals and the brilliant-but-broken people I know whose problems I tend to make my own instead of running away screaming. (This is also in my DNA. My sister does it worse than I do—hey, look, I just saw a glass as half-full. Maybe I'm not hopeless.)
But this year things are going to be different. This year I'm going to do something about it.
You'll see soon.
The irony here is that what I'm going to do about it is what I always going to do about it. But louder.
Maybe this time it'll stick.