Bring on 2003!
Frankly, this year sucked. I went through a tremendous amount of rejection, both personal and professional; I spent about six months of the year trying to deal with inexplicable bouts of anxiety, panic, and psychosomatic illness; I had friends coping with family illness and death; the political and social climate of the country swirled even further down the drain; and I don’t know anyone in particular who’s had anything positive to say about the last 12 months of the calendar. My prediction was so, so wrong.
But…
I’ve met some great people this year, I’ve managed to support myself (barely) as a freelancer, and people seem to still be reading these words. I’d like to thank everyone who takes time to come here and read my insane ramblings. You’re a great group of people that I’m lucky to know, and I wish you all a Much Improved 2003.
I thought it’d be a safe bet that 2002 would at least be better than 2001. Wow.
To a Much Improved 2003.
Everyone I know seems to think 2002 was terrible.
My 2002 was okay.
TOO MOROSE GET OVER IT LIFE SUCKS GET USED TO IT
Well, my dad had a severe, near-fatal heart attack. I had my own personal health issue. My husband’s company has been sold, and finding a new position has taken on an air of urgency. Until our mortgage refinance comes through, finances are not pretty. And, around the world, violence continues to be the order of the day.
But . . .
My dad is alive. I’m in better health than ever, and as far as money goes, there’s always tomorrow. And, despite any and all evidence to the contrary, I continue to hope that cooler heads will prevail throughout the world.
Life sucks? Maybe. And death is a cabaret, right?
I hope death isn’t a cabaret. I was hoping for some rest.
Things to do today:
1. Remind self never to call Adam morose.
2. Kick a “no whining” conservative in the shins.
3. Program own comment system to detect and reject all-caps.
What’s up with the lamers Adam? I think you’ve had three annoying, stupid, anonymous comments this month. I don’t remember seeing any before that. Is it random passersby, or do you have some enemy masquerading as idiots?
“When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.”
–Jonathan Swift
What a stunning double-edged ambidextrous compli-sult.
I’m with Lisa. Woody Allen says, “Life is divided between horrible and miserable,” but who wants to be Woody Allen??
Signed,
POLLYANNA
Here’s to an improved 2003! I’m glad that you’re here, sharing your words with us.