Oh 2018, where do I even start....you, 2018, are a motherfucker. 2018 " You okay over there? You are looking a little complacent. Did I overhear you say that life is uneventful and did you say you were bored?" Me " No, I'm not bored, I have plenty to do, I am always busy and have a huge to do list. 2018 "Then what's the problem?" Me "I just feel I should be doing something else. Something that I am passionate about, something that promotes growth, something that makes me feel alive..something that makes me feel anything. " 2018 " Hold my beer, watch this shit!"
Not only did you show up to show off, you came to shred the very fabric of my existence. You stroll in unannounced and unassuming and not so gently pulled the rug from under my feet. Oh, you were not satisfied with a simple face plant and bloody nose, you then had to prove your might and then you proceeded to smash my face in the shit on the carpet, repeatedly. You hardly let me come up for air you bastard!
You brought change riding in on the wave of a hurricane, relentlessly pounding the shore with destructive winds and torrential rains. I witnessed the rapid unfolding of my delusion, the one in which I am certain of who I am and the direction in which my life is headed. As I sit alone in the eye of the storm thinking I am only half way through, I again wonder...who am I? Before I formulate a response, I am again in the unbridled storm trying to salvage the foundation on which my life is built. My only salvation is in knowing that no storm can last forever and that I will eventually resurface to collect the pieces that remain and rebuild. I know at this point life will never be the same nor was it meant to be. I don't know who I will be when I emerge out of the other side or if I will even like the new me. I don't know if I will be stronger, live life with purpose and passion, or if I will still feel like the naughty dog with his nose rubbed in shit, but I can tell you this 2018, I will never complain again about being bored.