For I'm a Jolly Good Fella

So I'm officially one year older now, not that it means much really. I am never the sort who goes all emotional and deep about the passing of another Julian year. I know what I have to do this year, and I know somewhat what is expected of me being this age, but whether I can actually live up to them is another story. So yes, I am not going to make all sorts of crazy promises and resolutions, I don't think. Just run the course that I am destined to run and for all the other matters, as always, I s'pose I could just let them slide.

Birthday for me this year was celebrated with a big, fat Greek dinner, literally. The company were good and so were the presents. I really had a pretty swell time. It was no elaborate affair and neither was it anything particularly special, but I had fun I reckon, and most importantly, I am glad I did it. At least for this time, especially for all the years here, I was with friends whom I want to be with, not friends whom I think I should be with.

All the things that I have been pondering about will still remain and all the things that I want to accomplish will still be there for me to work towards to. I finally said no to my brother and I turned down a meeting with a person whom I would have killed to meet just a year ago. It's never easy but it's not impossible either.

So life's back to normal in a few hours' time, back to work, back to the dickheads at work, to the politics, the fake smiles and the caffeine. Being a year older won't change all these, a new job would. So yes, after one full circle, I am still waiting for my rocket to come.