~ Lifebook #18 ~
So I exited 2017/entered 2018 in a rather foul mood and before turning in for the evening (which was not long after midnight because apparently I’m an old man), I wrote this rather sour New Year’s Resolution.
Usually I go into a New Year with a positive outlook and attitude. I go in with a plan and mindset to do new things, better things and simply be better at everyday life.
Well, this year I’m not doing that. For 2018 I’m going into it with a negative attitude for once. I’m embracing a certain realistic cynicism where usually there’s an idealistic optimism. In its place is a fatalistic realism?
I’m done trying to make things be what they should be — or what I believe they should be. I’m done trying to make things right that don’t want to be right.
The one exception might be my heath. I’ll do what I can (as a diabetic) to make that better, I suppose.
But everything else?
What will be, will be.
Or something like that.
I did mention that I was in a foul mood when I wrote that, right?
Sour notes aside, still, what will be, will be.
What will not be, won’t be.
P.S.: I did wake up in a much better mood and with a better attitude on this fine first day of the new year . . .
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