New Year is supposed to be a time of change. Out with the old, in with the new, a fresh start, all that stuff. I don't think I've ever felt it literally before.
Last year ended really nicely for me. There were the obvious gripes, but on the whole it felt pretty good. I can't help thinking something has changed. I feel as though, had I been listening closely enough at midnight this time last week, I'd have heard a 'click', or possibly a 'clunk', as something somewhere shifted, like points on a railway track. I'm no longer headed where I thought I was, and I don't know why.
It's hard to explain in real terms, but the world that, when last we left it, was fuzzy and warm, has suddenly become, if not cold, then at least less comforting. It's the same world, but the view is different. I was inside in the warm, and now I'm at the window, with the wind at my back, wondering which bastard locked the door.
The year is only a week old, there's time for improvement yet, but I can't help thinking I've lost something somewhere, without really knowing why or how.
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