Here it is, New Year’s Eve, and I’m still wondering where the year went. It was a busy one with a wedding, the World Convention, and NaNoWriMo. After the dust settled, I’m still wondering where I am supposed to be. The time on my hands is disconcerting because I feel like I should be getting ready for something else that is in someone else’s control.
As usual, I’m not making New Year’s resolutions because I don’t keep them anyway. Why go through the exercise of thinking about it? There are better things to consider anyway.
One thing I would like to do this year is to decide on where to go to church. I thought by this time it would be a closed issue but obviously it isn’t. In all honesty, not going to church has been okay, but I do have a slight feeling of something missing. Maybe this is my year; maybe not.