On December 31, 2017, 10:42 pm; this is where I stood...
I thought I would entitle this piece “My Vicious Year,” but as I reflected on it, the “vicious” was about more than just my experience. The whole world was suddenly disgusting and crude, crazily out of whack, and seemed as though rude had been accepted as normal. I frequently found myself shaking my head over a plethora of events and news items to the point that shaking my head seemed to have become a habit in itself. I consistently and consciously pulledmyself back from descending into a place of unfathomable despair. None of this reflected the place from where I came or who I am.
Realizing there would be no immediate solution to the chaos, I did what I always do in desperate circumstances, I held tightly to my faith. It saves me, sustains me, and gives me hope in the midst of what feels like stark hopelessness.
In this beautiful Christmas season, the spirit shines as a beacon of all that is right. The light came. I need only to close my eyes, breathe deeply, and see how it shines through the darkness.
Here’s to 2018: be better. Please.
