From me and mine to you and yours: May your 2015 be better than your 2014, or 1988, or 2001. Whatever those “years” may be for you.
I’m optimistic about the future. There comes a point, that it seems like all your shit in life accumulates and becomes a lesson that you’ve learned, and then it becomes a springboard to better things. After a few years of digging out, I feel like shit is starting to shape up and I like where it’s going. Fruit is starting to bear. I like being older, and a bit wiser. My old man was a pilot, and he used to say “there’s nothing more useless than the runway behind you”.
Oh hell, just have a happy new year!
