2014 has been a helluva year so far. Just look at the news if you don’t believe me. Actually, you know what? Don’t look at the news, they sensationalise everything and it’s just not worth the brain cells.
Watch The Flash instead.
It’s a great show.
Personally speaking, 2014 has been a good kind of helluva year. I’ve done quite a lot of things, and achieved more still. I have great friends, both off the interwebs and on, I’ve learned more than I knew before, and have discovered the ‘unfollow’ button on Facebook is a beautiful thing. I’m not going to meet my Goodreads challenge of 40 books by the end of the year, and NaNoWriMo has been a headache and a half.
But I’ve learned. And I think that’s what is most important. I’ve learned a lot about myself, and I’m learning to be okay with me even if others think I’m strange.
Especially now that The Hobbit is so close I can almost touch the Precious.
On my computer I’ve got a split screen. A beautiful thing about Windows that Apple seriously needs to incorporate because reasons. On one side, this blog post and Facebook so I can chat with my friends. On the other, the third chapter of a huge mess that is my story. This morning as I was walking Riley, I was thinking about the story and working out ways that I could write it, ways that it HAD to go so it would make sense and blah blah blah, the same shit that I always think about.
And then I got home and I started writing. And the words came. And there’s a notebook beside me that has all of my notes.
And it was awesome.
2014 is a mess. It has been since the word go, but were we really expecting something else? As the world gets more advanced, the inverse happens to the population. People who are scared of technology shy away from it and scream to the heavens. Others listen and commiserate or take pity. Still others go by way of apathy. 2014 has been a lesson in war, race relations, feminism, and how fucked up the world really is.
Because, let’s be real, the world is pretty fucked up.
And yet, through it all, there are moments of compassion and brief instances where faith in humanity is restored.
There is also Epic Rap Battles of History and The Oatmeal.
And this blog.
Because this blog is awesome.
Also Dragon Age: Inquistion. Which I am told is a great game.
So, through all the bad, remember the good things out there. Remember the things that matter the most. Remember what you have and not what you want. Things, material things, are come and go. Family is a broad word that doesn’t always encompass the people you were born into, but those whom you gather around you.
And for Godssakes, call your mother and tell her you love her.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! And thanks for sticking with me for so long. Come 2015 your patience will be rewarded with that damn book I’ve been promising.