This time of year always feels like the end of a marathon, I mean, if I’d ever actually ran a marathon…which I never will. I always feel like I’m just trying to make it to the end, to cross the finish line without falling into a ditch that I can’t pull myself out of. I’m tired, worn out, and just trying to get to Friday when I can turn things off and curl into the couch with a blanket, a fire, a book and wonder what the next calendar year will bring….it will be interesting, we can probably all agree not hat much anyway.
It’s the time of year that I, and many others, can’t help but reflect back on everything that has coalesced into this thing that we will call 2024.
The ups and the downs.
The good and the bad.
The work and the play.
The happy and the sad.
The joys and the frustrations.
The people that worked with us and those that worked against us.
Things just feel really difficult some days.
Was it all worth it?
Well, we are still moving in some vaguely forward direction because there really isn’t a viable alternative….so…I guess?
It’s a time of year that I always feel bittersweet about.
A little bit of lonely, a little bit of melancholy, a lot of introspection, but also a fair bit of gratitude for many reasons.
When the year winds down, I reflect, and ruminate.
The less-than-good people bring me down, but I try to focus on the good people who bring me up. Some days it’s more difficult than others. But all one can do is try, and then get up and try again.
Like dominoes….you can set them up a million ways and when they fall, they can still stand up again.
