Moving On From Here...
2025 was a 3-D year; disappointments, despair, and death were in extreme abundance throughout. Things got so bad, I couldn't even write on this blog about it. And to keep me away from my keyboard means things are truly awful. The last few months, every sentence I tried to write carried a bitterness with it that even I, looking back at it now, find hard to believe came out of my mind. But that's what four months of low-grade depression, reenforced by living through "interesting times," will do to me. The details don't matter. They're in the unchangeable past. Maybe they'll come out here and there going forward, should I feel the need to provide context for a thought (highly probable, as I'm always overly concerned with being understood), but for now, I'd rather not look back on them. Instead, I want to focus on now and what's ahead. I want 2026 to be better. Not "my year." Not the year I make the big changes. Not even the y...
