The world didn’t end on December 21st but, luckily, 2012 ended like it was supposed to, and so all of our reflecting and soul searching can still be put to good use: we get to start over again with a new year.
Most of us have figured out by now that the real issue was never the world coming to an end, though. The 21st was meant to symbolize the end of something, sure, but it was supposed to be a good thing rather than a catastrophe. The end of one era, the beginning of another.
Coincidentally, a major phase of my life is about to end. The Chicago phase. As depressing as it is to think about leaving this city, it’s even more depressing to think about all of the opportunities that I would miss if I stayed any longer.
The next phase doesn’t have a name yet, and that’s because I haven’t chosen a new city. I haven’t thought about looking for a job or tried to construct anything even slightly resembling a game plan.
For now, starting tomorrow, I’ll be going straight to the scene of the crime: Central America, where the Mayans started this whole thing, and where, I assume, they will be settling into the routines of this new era. I’m excited to see what it looks like and to participate in it right from the very beginning, before we even really know what this new era will entail.
Hopefully my personal life will begin to sort itself out while I’m away, and then when I come back I can just catch up with it wherever it is. Right now it could literally go in any direction, and I feel like I only have so much control over it.
I guess this is also just what you would call your typical twenty-something personal life crisis, but it feels more legit now that I have the Mayans backing me up.
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