"2017" is the slow burning dumpster fire of my life. Many loved ones passed away, new difficulties held me back from particular goals, and all the decisions I made in good faith all but withered and died before my eyes. I get that life is meant to be an adventure, and difficult at times, but I really feel overwhelmed by it all. It's a miracle I haven't lost my marbles yet. Or maybe I did, and I'm so far gone I've come full circle into some reasonable facsimile of a sane person.
I'm welcoming "2018" with highly suspicious open arms. Not that there's much difference between this year and next year ultimately, but it's not to bookend a span of time to at least give the illusion of change. And with that illusion, maybe fresh new ideas can be forcefully pushed out of our minds and into reality. Fortune favors he bold, so maybe I have to take even scarier risks. Maybe I have to finally risk it all!!!
I'm not asking for much. I'm not even asking for stability. All I want for the new year is the hope for some luck to swing my way. A few more simoleons in my pocket, a job I'm happy to go to, and some peace I can carry in my heart.
Happy New Year everyone, may we all receive a bit of luck from the Luck Plane, and return to the slack from which we came. Praise "Bob"!