The Modern Hoyden

Every time a new year rolls around, I dub it MY YEAR. As in: "Okay, for real, 2016 is definitely going to be MY YEAR." Cue dramatic music. Now, I can't speak as to whether or not any previous years have actually been "my year." I can only say that every time January comes around again, I feel the need to renew the sentiment. Because when that last year ends, I'm left taking stock of my accomplishments. As in: "I really thought that in 2015 I was going to be working as an actor full time and be twenty pounds lighter even though I drink beer and eat donuts like I'm Homer Simpson." Invariably, no matter what strides forward I may have made, they seem insignificant next to the gaping hole left by the fact that my life isn't exactly what I imagined it to be . But, honestly, maybe 2016 IS going to be my year. Why? Because I feel like I've finally accepted the fact that life is never going to be exactly what I imagined it to be . That is a...