Again a new year, but no resolution

   I'm not sure if I'm content or heartbroken right now. I'm not sure if I'm secure, or stagnant. Time is flying by, and I'm staying static. I have my routine, I have my friends, but we are all getting older. Should I bite the bullet, and "grow up", or should I wait for it to happen on it's own?

   With another year to think about it, we'll see if anything comes of it. Nothing may, and I may again find myself asking the same question as January begins (as I did last year). I'm awaiting the moment of clarity where my youth becomes an Atomic Event (not like a nuclear bomb, read the writeup), and I can know what it means and grok it in it's fullness.