Keeping Busy, Keep My Head Up

Like I've said, I have no expectations nor do I have any idea what 2014 will bring.  (Do any of us, ever?)  I've been planning a few trips here and there.  At the end of January the plan is to go visit one of my cruise buddies out in Ohio.  [I was supposed to technically be on my way home from there now , but due to the snowstorm that just blasted the midwest and northeast, I thought it best to stay put.]  My brother and sister in law have suggested that instead of going to Ocean City, NJ for the Mid Winter Classic, we all pitch in and rent a house in the Poconos for a weekend.  [I'm down with that.]  Of course I can't forget to mention the big one - my brother and I will be flying down to New Orleans in March for 311 Day 2 014!  There's also lots of planning still to be done for my friend's wedding in June, which I have agreed to be a bridesmaid in.  I've sucked up my distaste for Ocean City, MD (where they want to have the bachelorette party,) and am working on squeezing into my positive pants about the whole thing.  [It's hard to be excited about planning wedding showers and bachelorette parties and trying on bridesmaid dresses when your own future has been put into serious question.]  So between all of that, and my work, I should be pretty busy for a while.   
I still don't know what direction my relationship with Philip is going to take.  I went to his house the other night, after almost a month and a half of not having seen him.  Nothing was actually resolved, of course.  I'm still as confused as ever.
Ideally?  He'd get over himself and out of his own head and just set down the baggage he's clinging so desperately to.  He'd realize that it's not a good idea to let me slip through his fingers because of his stubbornness.  He'd get over his commitment issues and hand over his heart, because he already knows that I'd cherish it.  But that's wishful thinking, right?
We spent New Years together and it was an emotional rollercoaster for me.  It was wonderful being with him, it was wonderful seeing all of the friends I have made over the course of our relationship.  But it was hard having someone pull me aside every five minutes and tell me how much they love me.  Every time, I wanted to respond, "Thank you, I just wish he felt the same way," but all I could do was let the fact that he and I are no longer together settle in even more.
It's fucking hard.