This has been a very busy year for me. I did a lot. I experienced a lot of new things. Met a lot of new people. I tried to make a fresh start in many areas of my life. But in the end, I’m pretty much back where I started. Same life, new year. Life is a continuous cycle of the same experiences dressed up with new circumstances and new players.
I started the year off unemployed. On January 26, I started working at AOL. It was the start of a great 8-month run. I was making a bunch of money and finding new ways to spend it. I got healthy. I bought an exercise bike and started using it everyday, along with my Bowflex. I signed up for tennis lessons, like I do every spring, summer and fall. And I lost a lot of weight on Atkins.
Because I felt better about myself, I felt better about meeting new people. I got involved with Frontline, doing something I was interested in—hoping to meet other people who were interested in the same things I was. I dove into meeting local folks online through sites like Friendster and MySpace. I had more dates this summer than I’ve had my entire life. I traveled to San Diego to be around thousands of people who shared one of my interests. I spent a week at a tennis tournament to be around people who shared one of my other interests. I volunteered for a political campaign to be around people who shared my political beliefs. I joined a kickball team and spent the fall surrounded by people who weren’t like me at all—but who appealed to me in a morbid “missed out in college” kind of way.
But where are they now? I don’t hang out with any of the MySpace folks. Those were short-term friendships. I won’t be rejoining my kickball team in the spring. The Young Republicans are all pretty boring. Tennis is still a go, and I look forward to every new class, because of the new people. But after all my effort this year, it seems like I’ve come up short.
That’s where the new year comes in. I’m starting it off the same way I started this year off—unemployed, with a new job offering me new possibilities. It is unquestionably a second chance. But I have a whole previous year to learn from and compare to, as I live out the new one. I won’t make the same mistakes. I’ll be committed to change—both my lifestyle and my strategy for meeting new people. I’ll apply what I’ve learned. I’ll be scared by the possibilities, rather than optimistic. I’ve stared down the barrel of a gun for many years now, but this year I’m actually scared. And fear is a great motivator.
