The sun has set on another year — and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
It seems as though I feel this way every year. At least for the last decade or so. I start each year with unreasonable hope that this year will be different. I keep hoping this year will be the one when some of the things I need start to come true.
A few years ago, I heard an interview with Harvard University psychologist Dan Gilbert in which he explained that people are terrible at predicting their own futures. In the abstract, people will tell you they know bad things can happen just as easily as good things.
But Gilbert said a consistent pattern shows up when you ask people to predict things in their own futures. If you take all their predictions and group them into a positive pile and a negative pile, the positives they predict for themselves far outweigh the negatives. They simply can’t see that bad things are going to happen.

When I’ve done something great, nothing seems impossible to me
Without community, we no longer know each other, in life or death
So you’ve rescued dogs and cats, but how about a baby elephant?
Bernanke’s ‘helicopter drop’ gave $1.2 trillion to Wall Street banks
Without real human connection, we’re just living in a simulation
Anatomy of a lie: Why destroy credibility by exaggerating facts?
Suicide ends pain of depression, but scars loved ones left behind
Trip to Memory Lane reminds me some relationships deserve to die