
So I got my Glamour magazine in the mail last week - it's the January issue (and it's disgustingly small - a sad shoutout to the state of the print media industry lately, but anyhow). Naturally, it's talking about New Year's Resolutions and all the staples of New Year's Resolutions (lose 10 pounds, quit smoking, get a new job, etc.).
Now, I've never been one make New Year's resolutions in my adult life. I find a bit of humor in it all: 1) If it's a goal of yours, such as the above mentioned, why particularly decide to take action specifically at the beginning of the year and 2) The success rate of most New Year's resolutions...yeah.
However, I currently find myself in a bit of a rut. My readers might note this by the number of posts filed under 'doldrums'. Although there might not be anything particularly wrong at this moment, but there isn't necessarily anything spectacularly right (although I can say I am luckier than most to have my health, a decent job, family and some great friends).
A humorous situation led me to think about my high school reunion (which will be coming up in a couple years). As of right now, I wouldn't have any reason I'd be embarrassed to go see all my former classmates, however, I guess I'm not where I thought I'd be when I was a teenager and dreamed of adulthood. I'm not the person I envisioned myself as going to said reunion. Maybe this is a simple part of all dream/reality discrepancies, however, at one point in my life I felt I was someone who was destined for greatness and I'm pretty sure I haven't quite reached that.
Maybe I need a resolution.