Since I’m up earlier than most this seems like a good time to reflect upon the year. I’ll be brief.
It was awesome.
I could, I suppose, dwell upon the things that went wrong. My blog crashed. I was evacuated from my home. Two communities near me, including my own, were ravaged by fire. The Rams lost a game to the Eagles, again, just when they needed to cement an identity. The bozo in the White House continues to make a mockery of the office. I ripped my pants down the ass at work. True story.
But I’m not one to focus on the negative. Always plenty of time for that. Bad things happen.
Good things happen, too. I made a lot of new friends, in the electronic world and in the flesh. I resurrected the blog and only lost 230 or so archived posts. Which, when you think about it, means you can’t say for certain if this isn’t just a rewrite of one of them before, because the evidence – like a Hillary email – has been erased. Everything old is new again.
And those fires, though deadly, pulled a community together. My house was spared, and so was my family. I got to spend a fun week at a sleepover with a friend. When I was young that was called “vacation.” The fires, too, seemed to scare my landlord into putting the house up for grabs, and I was lucky enough to grab it. Now I have a permanent home and less money to carry around every month. Winning.
And the Rams? They are 12-3 and will, most likely, secure the second seed in the NFC and get a first-round bye. That’s a pretty cool season, no matter what happens next.
2018 was a miracle. I didn’t write that novel, no, but I did decide I don’t want to and knowing is half the battle. I also didn’t read the 20 books I said I would, but 9 is pretty close to 20 when you think about the infinite number of numbers there are. I think next year I’ll plan to read 182 books so that when I only read 21 it’ll feel like a pretty good fail. I guess that’s the secret of life, right there. Reach for the furthest star so that if you only get the nearest one at least you still have a star. Or maybe the lesson is be happy with what you’ve got and you won’t be so upset about what ya ain’t.
So I guess this gets us to the point of the blog where I set up my aspirations and resolutions for 2019. We’ll stick to what I can personally control so it doesn’t get all diatribe-y and ridiculous. Consequently, I’ll leave out the word #impeach. See, I didn’t mention it once.
For me, then, I guess my aspirations are such: more of the same. Be healthy, be centered, be cheerful and friendly and make great relationships with new folks while maintaining the great relationships with the folks (and dogs) I’ve got. I can’t think of anything new I need right now. That’s a pretty good place to be. Sure, I’d like the Rams to win the Super Bowl and my wife wants a new puppy but I can’t control what the Rams or my wife does so I’ll leave that stuff up to them. I’ll just be Tom. That’s what I’m used to being.
For you folks, I hope this time finds you healthy, centered, cheerful and friendly, too, and I hope you’re spending these days with great folks and great pets and a really great you. May all your dreams come true. I’m pulling for you in 2019.
Now go have a Merry Christmas. You’ve earned it.