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Leaving yesterday behind

Stop this train
I want to get off and go home again
I can't take the speed it's moving in
I know I can't
But honestly, won't someone stop this train
- John Mayer, Stop This Train


I am so ready to leave 2013 behind.

All these major upheavals have made me realize so much that I am not ready to realize about myself - one of them, me not being ready to realize these things.

I feel as lost as ever, not having an anchor or a compass or whatever, just floating along taking whatever is coming and taking shelter from fire and brimstone the best I can.

It is no way to live.

I don't believe in resolutions anymore - anyone who has problems with self-discipline gets disillusioned at some point.  But I can't help hoping, and try to plead my case to Someone to show me how to take charge of my life.

Bring it on, 2014.  We'll see who wins this round.

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