I’m putting you on notice. You see, I have high hopes and big plans for you. I have apartments to search for, furniture to purchase, things to do, places to go and a life to live. This is going to be the year for good things, for moving on to the next phase after five years of change and settling in. I’m ready for this, it’s time.
I’m doing my part. I’m working on myself and doing all the things I must do to go forward. We all know that you can’t just sit around and wait for things to happen and I’ve never really been good at that anyway. I constantly want to improve, doing my best and gathering the experiences and skills I need to succeed and tackle challenges. I’ll admit that my drive somewhat falters, that I’ll succumb to the doubt that gets all of us from time to time. But the pity party doesn’t last for long. I’m one of the most obnoxiously optimistic people I know. Really. I’m not just saying that. You know that about me.
But you’re failing me, 2011. Two months in you’ve thrown more than my fair share of crap my way. I’ve taken it, and I’ve dealt with it. I’ve been pushing your challenges off with a “this too shall pass” and an “only makes us stronger” and a firm belief that I’m doing the right things. But, as we enter March I have this message: I’ve had enough. Really. It’s enough. I need you to quit with the obstacles. Or at least make them a little more manageable. I need you to work with me. Help me, help you. Show me the money. Something like that.
Because you know what? I deserve it. I deserve everything I hoped for this year. And I deserve it before I turn into a raving crazy person. That is not too much to ask.
So shape up, 2011. Let’s do this.