Treading Lightly or Treading Water?

As I develop an increasing stoicism, I am less tentative about speaking my mind, but also more cognizant that it doesn’t really matter. I’ve stopped caring about people who are determined to be a part of outrage culture or retribution politics, the folks who think that swinging the pendulum harder won’t break the clock.

I’m worried that, like Daria, I’ve become a misery chick, dragging down everyone around me, and that’s not who I want to be. Recognizing a problem is the first step to fixing it, though, and I’m working to be Mark Twain’s optimist who’s sometimes wrong instead the pessimist who’s always right.

Will the year bring new things, or am I on the music treadmill, exercising the muscles, but not challenging them all that much? Will I be able to ignore the world and write for me, or will this be my misery chick outlet, raging into an infinitely expanding void? Time to dive in and figure it all out for another 28 days. Enjoy the show…