The year is saying goodbye tonight, and the world looks back in reflection on 2011. I don't get too nutso over things like this. I think I've already done a lot of that lately, anyway. But it's worth noting that 2011 was one of the best and worst years of my entire life. This was a year of pondering psychological and emotional anthropology. Of awareness and mystery. This year tested the limits of my patience and endurance in many ways, and I'm happy to say that I still haven't found their end.
I'm thirty years old, and I'm still discovering things that delight me every day, and I still believe in the goodness of people despite their shortcomings, and mine. If next year is anything like this year, it's gonna be a rough ride, but if I can come away from it with what I just wrote, I'll be happy as ever.
Peace and love.
And all the other sappy stuff.
Here we go, Day 139: https://ia600801.us.archive.org/3/items/Improv123111/12_31_117_11Pm.mp3