2019 has been a tumultuous year. On the good side I got to visit Europe for the first time, trace some ancestry, and graduated with my MBA. On the bad side my mother passed away and my home life has changed in many ways I didn’t anticipate or that I can say I wanted.
Our country continues to make a collective ass of itself. We’ve decided our national policy on climate change is to watch the world melt. The legacy we are leaving our decendents is one of harsh conditions and turmoil.
I wish I could call this a crossroads for me but it isn’t that simple. Were I stronger I’d probably have a plan but there’s too many passengers on my bus for me to autocratically dictate directions. I thought I’d feel resolve once finishing my Master’s but really I’m just drifting trying to figure out what’s next. Career advancement would seem logical but it’s a labrynth and I am spending a lot of time choosing pathways.
I do know this; I’m ready to put this goddamn year behind me. It would be nice to bask in the victories but they are overshadowed by so much Sturm and Drang that it would be foolish to cheer at this moment.
So I’m purging. Paper by paper and pile by pile I am shedding the excess. I’ll never be a minimalist. But there is so much to get rid of. Perhaps I will find an equilibrium with the changes. I’m certainly going to try.
While I search for some synchronicity in my little corner let me part this post with a final tag; fuck 2019.
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