Waiting for tomorrow to come

December starts in a few days and I, for one, can’t wait for this year to end.  It’s been a mess of a year, personally (OH BOY) and professionally (OH BOY, part 2). It began badly enough and, to be honest, it’s only started to pick up this last quarter. The less to be said about 2018, the better.

But there are still bright spots. There are friends and family and the reminder that there are people who love you unreservedly. There’s art that speaks to your soul and reminds you that there’s beauty in the world. There’s hope, and it says, “Tomorrow will be better.”

There is still light.

2019 can’t come soon enough. I only wish it will be kinder to me and to everyone.