Next Up: 2025

I am not the one to give great importance to the New Year. Years are man-made constructs to provide humans with a sense of control. The sun rises and sets every single day. The first day is no different than the last. You can recuse, bend, change, and appreciate life as much every day as you do on the first because times change not by flipping over a calendar but by changing it yourself.

However, this year is different. I am happy to say adieu to it.

It isn't that the year was wicked. It can't be. Time merely passes, and life happens. I am just pleased that the next time I talk about my troubles, I will say with a sense of relief that it happened last year. Not this year, but last year. It is in the past.

It happened, and it went. Yes, I cried, and I stumbled, and I wished for death, but that was last year. That was in the past. No matter how deeply I fell and how much I suffered, in the end, I can proudly say that that happened last year, and I survived.

It is a reminder that I managed to husband it no matter how comely or cowardly I felt. I managed to live through it. I managed to survive. This year, I am glad we invented a man-made construct of time. I am thrilled I survived the construct, and I am elated that the construct did not give up on me when I did it.

Happy New Construct.