Happy New Year, I hope

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While I’m still wondering where 2024 went, and why it felt like such a rocky road, 2025 has arrived with promises of more of the same. But I’m choosing to look for the silver lining in the dark cloud. I’m hoping that this next year, and the three after that, won’t be completely disastrous.

And even if they are, I’m going to try not to worry about the things I can’t change. I’ve resolved to stay away (mostly) from political programming and political articles. I keep reminding myself that the past election was not a “mandate” for anyone or any philosophy. The Republicans and their dear leader didn’t even attract half of the electorate. Which means nearly half the country didn’t drink the cultish love/hate potion. Which means there’s still hope.

Meanwhile, I’ve joined up with one of my (and lots of other people’s) favorite writers, and we have a book in the works that’s taking up a ton of my brain power (if only I had a ton), so I can’t afford to be distracted by the antics of the political riff-raff, no matter how frightening they are. They may be lurking under the bed and in the closet and outside my window, but I’m going to focus on my family and friends and projects and do what I can to make the world a better place. My goal is to raise good people and things up, rather than waste my time bringing the others down and bringing myself down and then wallowing in the mud that the bad guys are sure to begin launching soon.

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