And so another year has begun. Another decade. The last one was insane. I wonder how bad or great the next ten years will be. I’m torn between a faint hope that things have to get better and a sickening fear that it will never get better. Ever again. That the days we remember are gone and won’t come back.
But until I see it getting worse, I’m going to pretend that it’s about to improve. Because I need hope. Don’t we all?