Every year I tell my self that things will be different. That projects fallen by the wayside will be taken up once again and that those plans for my future will be firmed and acted upon. Every year. And every year I say that that year will be different from the previous. And every year it is the same.

Every year it is the same monotony, the same failed hopes and broken dreams. The same plans forgotten. The same day in and day out of wishing and hoping for a change that I know will never come.

This year… This coming year I hope will be different, but rather than hope for an entire year of change. I will take it at ten days at a time. Ten days. Ten days is easy.

So, ten days it is.