So this is the New Year

I tend to recall what I was doing a year ago very vividly. Part of it has to do with seasons and cycles, and part of it is, of course, the fact that I DOCUMENT EVERYTHING. Today, I was reflecting on last year at this time when my days started really early. I remembered hating getting up and going to school and work, but the worst part was having it all finished by late afternoon. This is what I wrote then:

1/26/05
She swung her legs off the side of the bed. 2:03pm her clock stated in bold, red, light. "Wow" she thought "Had it only been six hours since I started my day?" Frowning, she reasoned that it had certainly seemed like a bonafide full, LONG, day. Of course, everyday did lately. It was January, she had nothing to look forward to... she needed something! Spring Break was too far away, besides, she could only imagine beaches for so long before imagination turned to desperation.

I completely remember feeling that way, the strange thing is, I feel the exact opposite this year. Now, when 10pm comes around it's like I'm 8 years old again pouting about having to go to bed. Granted, this year my schedule is quite different and my tropical vacation is approaching much faster than a Spring Break would...I just can't help finding it curious how much I stall going to bed right now. Also, I'm not creating beach scenes to fall asleep to anymore. I go against my faithful pre-sleep ritual by thinking about all sorts of important, major things -- which has made for some pretty wicked (as well as restless) dreams. Not to mention, when I was still picturing the ocean, the sand, the sun before I slept I kept having dreams where I would get sunburned! What the hell does that mean?