Posted on | December 28, 2010 | 3 Comments
The worst part about having a break for the holidays, even if it’s a short one, is that eventually… the break is over. The extra time with family and friends comes to an end and you find yourself right back where you were before.
Sure, you might be a little heavier, you might have a few new clothes or new pieces of jewelry to show off; but ultimately? Everything is exactly the same. It’s frustrating. Am I the only one who wishes everything could just be different for once? Just something new. Something different. Something other than get up, feed the baby, take the baby to school, go to work, come home, feed the baby, put the baby to bed. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my son. I love him more than I love oxygen. I love him wider than the ocean and taller than the highest mountain. But what I hate is monotony. I want something new and different. I want a new outlook. I want the New Year to bring something other than same old same old.
And every year, it lets me down.
Every year I look forward to the ball drop, thinking, hoping and praying that the next year will be better than the last. That things will make more sense. That my life will fall neatly into place. I don’t know what I expect to be different, I just know that the coming of a new year seems a lot like starting over. It seems a lot like making a change for the better; doing things differently; having the chance to do it all again… and do it better.
But at the end of the festivities, all I end up looking at on January 1, is a mild headache from too much alcohol and not enough sleep and the promise that the next Monday will be exactly the same as the last. It’s like waking up every day to Sonny and Cher. It’s depressing. It’s frustrating. It’s annoying. But I don’t know how to make it any different.