That’s one of my favorite songs from the Counting Crows.
I am ever hopeful that 2017 will be better than 2016. 2016 was rough. In some ways, it seemed as if the black cloud that appeared in May 2015 carried over until May 2016. So while the first half of the year kinda sucked, the second half seemed to be improving. My health is finally on the right track [even if not as fast as I would like]. I’m working to finish school in order to change my career [even if it’s not the one I originally thought I’d be in]. Other areas of life are getting on track too [turns out dealing with issues is a lot better than sweeping them under the rug]. I’m finding out who my real friends are and who doesn’t deserve to be counted in that group.
I’m employed. I’m in school. I’m currently sitting in a hammock overlooking the South Carolina marsh. It may be 35 degrees at night [which in all fairness, is not too bad for January], but I’m away, exploring new parts of my home state… [little tiny coastal communities plus a couple of the state parks I missed out on back in October due to Hurricane Matthew.] I’m dating a person I love and who loves me back [and who is spending the weekend with me in this beautiful house].
My cats are only minimally psychotic; life is good.