The Calendar

The calendar sat on the work desk. It was fresh out of the box. Hence, it was fully intact. It looked so pretty sitting there. With its fresh paper, plastic holder and 367-ish pages. The size was undetermined. Smaller than printer paper. Bigger than a post-it note. What was before him was a year. A full year with no mistakes in it. Yet. He was always cautious this time of year.

“Don’t fuck it up!” He would think to himself. This was a new opportunity. He was still here. He didn’t think he would be; at some point. But he was here.

Did the world know? Some of it did. To have the whole world know what he was doing was both incredibly difficult and incredibly easy. He had a pretty good thing going. He liked how involved the world was in his everyday life. It took him long enough to realize that he actually had a say. It was hard to comprehend at times.

“Why did I waste so much time?” He asked himself a lot recently.

He looked at his new desk calendar and had one simple thought:

“Not this year.”

With that, he got up and ripped off another page. Another day gone. At least one more to go.