I’ve never heard or read so many people say they’re glad to see a year come to an end. Of course, the hope is that 2018 will be better and the surreal, tragedy-filled and civility-unraveling past 12 months will fade from memory. Natural disasters turned so many lives upside down. Political rancor and careless rhetoric divided our nation and made us feel less safe. Evil nature of all kinds was exposed. For me, I’ll always remember 2017 as the year of fear.
As I try to process it all sitting here on New Year’s Eve trying to write this blog post, I’m depressed and in kind of a funk. For me, personally, it’s been the most difficult year of my life. I’m staring at the keyboard, and it’s just a bunch of jumbled up letters. It makes no sense, which is fitting. The world makes no sense. Thankfully, my fingers know where to go, subconsciously disconnected from the conscious noise and confusion swirling around inside my head.
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