Another year…

So, I’m feeling remarkably accomplished. I survived another year. However, it does give me pause to consider that only means I’m one year closer to my impending demise. It’s there, there’s no escaping it – but I do like to pretend that I’ll live forever, perpetually young and only slightly wrinkled around the eyes. I mean “smile lined”, not wrinkled.

I’ve been in an astoundingly cliche mood for the past week, “Oh, what’s all for? What’s the point? Is this it? Is it?”

Trust me, I’ve been a joy.

Quite suddenly, the clouds have parted and I’m feeling optimistic. I still don’t have any answers, but as the kids say these days, “whatev.”

They do still say that, don’t they?