Good Riddance 2023

I realize - being a middle-aged white man living in the US, with a warm place to lie my head down, with enough food in the pantry, with a bit of cash in the bank, with a loving wife and a son I adore - I’m in a position many would trade for in an instant.

But 2023 cannot enter my rearview mirror soon enough. While most of the year was actually fine, the last quarter of the year is testing me. My son’s mental health issues revealed themselves in an absolute mental breakdown a couple days following my birthday. Realizing that I reside in a community whose sense of morality seems to wildly diverge from my own, this lonely individual feels even lonelier. Getting sued (in small claims court, but still) for an ancient medical expense that I’m positive has been paid but cannot prove because of something entirely out of my control. And now, just before Xmas, receiving the news that my wife of 25+ years has cancer that has spread to a yet-to-be-determined extent.

Enough. Let it end already. And 2024: Be nice. I’m a little raw right now.

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