I didn’t like 2013 very much. I think it was out to get me.
Considering all of the great struggles of my life, I can without a doubt declare 2013 to be the worst of my almost 36 years. That’s saying a lot, because I’ve also had some pretty damned awesome things happen this year, too.
I have my health. I have my Frank. I have my kids. I have a renewed energy with my career. I have my (relative) sanity. All that is good is very good.
I guess maybe there is some sort of cosmic balance at play, because what is bad is very bad.
It is exhausting, carrying this particular bag of troubles. I’m tired. And it’s dark here in this hole.
The one good thing about being caught in dark of these problems is that the light provided by my friends and family shines that much brighter. Without them, the dark would have been that much more pervasive. When I came up for air they were there, and that is what has made all the difference in 2013.
In my small circle of friends, it seems like I’m not the only one who can summarize 2013 thusly: The good was great; the bad was off-the-charts asshattery.
Crossing the midnight threshold won’t make our 2013 problems suddenly poof into smoke, but I can’t help but feel like 2014 will bring with it the winds of change that will blow brighter days our way.
I’ll try not to be so absent as I sit and pray and hope and wait for the sun to find me again.
Happy New Year, playas.
(On a semi-related note–it feels mighty damned fine to know that so many of you still have your ears to the ground waiting for me to come stomping around again. It’s like a gangsta never left.)