Impose no barricade.
There's no sense in waiting til the countdown ends.
There will always be another. 2018 is my year. 2020 is my year. 3001 is my year.
I'm on no golden throne here. I wait too, continuously, patiently, hoping tomorrow is brighter.
It won't be. I know it, you do too. Tomorrow never comes. We keep up our waiting, deciding that we're invincible and that time, this slowly crawling, aching forward sense of loss does not apply to us. It does.
Still, there's one way to not suffer such great a loss. We have
to make life worth our time. No more 'one day'. Be what you want. Do the thing.
A new year is not a reset. It is not a new beginning. When we decide to start chasing whatever it is that we need to be, that's when it starts.