Time flies when you're...

I'm not sure if time only flies when having fun but it definitely flies when you are too busy to figure out to do with it. Can't believe I didn't post once last year. I know I came close to writing but I held my tongue on various issues, some very controversial others not so much. I held my tongue because I didn't want to commit to pen and paper, or this case digital records, anything I might one day regret. I didn't want my post to be a long rant on fecklessness of fair weather friends, the convoluted views of gay marriage activists and their ilk, the wholesale slaughter of the voiceless unborn, or the fickleness of so called followers of Christ, including members of my own church. I will still write on these things but not here. 

Right now I just want to marvel at time. It's already 2016, and not much has changed in my life. I have started a new career venture, not sure how I feel about it yet as I am still teaching full time. Doing both is exhausting, but I'm putting along. 

I marvel at how even though my boy and I set a goal to be married before the end of 2015, we failed to reach that goal. So simple and yet so complex. In January the year always feels so long, yet so little can happen in that time. It's truly amazing. Even though I know why time was seemingly so poorly spent, it still astounds me. I want to go back and change s few things but since I can't change the people it wouldn't do any good. 

So I must look to this year with greater optimism, and greater faith that I am deserving of my righteous desires and that that they will happen. 

I must believe, otherwise what is the point to this year?