As of five minutes ago I entered my 47th year on this planet. This past year has been one of truly delicious surprises and on going mending. Sometimes you have to deal with your shit because an authority figure stomps on your head until you do. Sometimes it’s a friend who instead of giving up on you gives you a much needed slap. Sometimes a long process of archeology begins to pay off.
Those of you I hurt this year, I’m sorry to have done so. Those of you I came up short for, I hope to have the chance to do better.
This was a great year personally, but a tough one professionally. It’s only recently been coming home to me how out of phase I’ve become with my professional life, and my biggest hope for the coming year is to be able to change that.
But mostly I’m just very grateful.
And I can only look at that picture up above and say: What the Fuck happened? and I can only hope that I keeps happening.