Wow! It's 2019!
Lately it seems like every time I log onto any form of social media I am confronted with dozens of 2018 "Top 9" collages and lists of 2019's goals and aspirations. Instead of joining in with my own inspirational re-caps and resolutions I will openly state that 2018 was a doozy of a year. Honestly, as I enter the new year I'm mostly just grateful for the fact that I survived it in one piece. I'm too tired to brag about my accomplishments. Honestly I can't even bring any to mind, though I'm sure there were achievements of one kind or another. Right now I'm just feeling like I got chewed up a bit and then unceremoniously spat out.
I know I'm not the only one. This is a difficult time of year for a lot of people. For one thing, it's dark most of the time. For another, it's generally pretty cold out, even here in LA (yes, I'm a wuss!) As the days gradually begin to lengthen and the winter grudgingly gives way to spring, I am hopeful that I will regain some feelings of motivation, certainty, and fortitude. I'm just praying that 2019 brings me one step closer to where I'm supposed to be, wherever that is. Does that make any sense? In short, I hope to write more songs, play more shows, touch more people in a positive, uplifting way, and find renewed confidence in myself. Here's to 2019: may it be whatever we make it, because ultimately the year's fate is entirely up to us. How will it be remembered? How will we be remembered?