I believe I've come to terms with my unanimous year off.
I say unanimous as my current finances, awareness of the unknown, and shortening bucket list all agreed–this is good for me. And it has been: I've reconnected with old friends, found new ones in old faces, and reconfigured my current life to shift into the one coming. I started out the year attending a pity party I sent many invites to; and I received many RSVP's. Some brought constructive criticism; others signed up early, bringing the paper/plastic products that covered the superficial basic needs: necessary, but forgetful, far too many, and a definite cop-out.
...but the misery many in attendance brought in convoluted packaging isn't comforting company anymore. It's my party, I cried when I wanted to, but the party's over. Yet they're all still here.
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. And if you can't join 'em, leave 'em.
Besides–the DJ keeps playing the same song.