Looking back for the 44th time, the only conclusion I can draw this time around is 2014 was a tough year — one of the toughest ones so far. A year of looking in the mirror and asking myself, "So who the hell are you, smiley face?" A year of covering my eyes with both my hands to protect them against the sunlight that is supposed to make the world a happy place. Speaking of which, my world still looks awfully strange, like a 3D movie run amok: it keeps a-trembling 24/7 on account of my invisible friend Sarco (some kinda friend, I know) and drains pretty much all of my energy on a daily basis. You should see what I see, if only for a minute, and demand a refund plus a complementary bottle of champagne. But, hey, such is life.
As for the sweet, 2014 should be dubbed The War against Incompetence or A Welcome Breath of Fresh Air. I will spare you the details, except to say that working 13 hours a day can actually feel like a blessing when the incompetent abandon ship, never to return except in the occasional nightmare. Lucky for me, I rarely remember any of those. What's more important is the fact that I've been touched by kindness, so much more (or so it seems) than in previous years, and I hope the same goes for you. If not, may 2015 bring you heaploads of joy and happiness. I've come to realize much of my joy comes down to a willingness to appreciate the smaller things in life, which may very well turn out to be the bigger things in life. Do you know what I mean?
Bottoms up, my friends (yes, those too)
and seize the days to come!
P.S. Are you hoping... for more?
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