Tuneful Tuesday: Same Old Song

Every year, it’s the same thing.

“It’s been a long December, and there’s reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last…”

The words almost feel like a warm blanket to me every year at about this time. Money starts to get tight, old habits creep their way back in, and the realization that you’ve lost a good portion of the past year to either depression or busyness or just good old-fashioned stupidity on your part begins to set in. December starts to seem very long … and cold … and lonely.

“I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower…”

Never mind that the song is about the breakup of a relationship. Thinking that this year might indeed be better than the last strikes a universal chord. The months do get long. The laughs do come a little slower. There isn’t much optimism to be found in the past, so looking ahead is about the only option left.

“And the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters, but no pearls…”

I am sick and tired of identifying with this song.

I remember thinking not that long ago that days and months and years weren’t ever really bad; it just depended on how you viewed them. “All things work together for the good…” December could be long, or it could be a beneficial struggle; the choice was really up to me. Then things started to get a little sideways. I stopped doing healthy things and fell back into unhealthy patterns. Suddenly, December began to lengthen, to get colder, to be not so good

This is the last December I want to spend like this. A new attitude from me won’t change the fact that this is a great song, but it might make it seem not so comfortable to me in the future.

“Drove up to Hillside Manor, sometime after 2 a.m., and talked a little while about the year…”

I want it to be a good talk next December. Maybe this year will be better than the last.