It's the end of the year.
My first inclination is to say that this has been a terrible year, and that if you ranked all of my prior years 2015 would be a lot closer to the bottom than the top. That's all true, but I'm going to find the positive in this year.
This year I settled down and grew up. I tried to be less close-minded and more open-hearted. I drove slower and I ran a little bit faster. I got sick for a little while I felt healthier for a lot longer. I lifted heavy weights and got down in living room dance parties.
I don't like everything that happened to me and around me this year, but I got through it. Sometimes all you can hope to do is to get through the crap.
I'm alive on New Year's Eve, and I'm not going to let a shit year this year ruin the next year before it starts.
I love you people more than I'm able to tolerate sometimes, and I tolerate you because I love you.
Happy New Year.