Times come in life that occupy time. Sometimes boredom, others excess. This year I think neither was the fault of my missing the days that passed. I just didn't look.
Today I looked back. There wasn't anything there. I have spent a fair amount of life and years on this planet, but no years so unattached as the past. And with so few events of note. Sadly, I'm certain I missed moments that meant much to others.
Life focused on myself has worn me thin. Perhaps, just maybe, looking at life again from a new angle will leave me at the end of this next year being glad.