Geoffrey Chaucer is credited with the original use of this phrase. Perhaps he was having a good year? Speaking for myself, I’d like to eliminate the “Good” from that phrase and simply say “Good riddance to 2018.”
Now I’m not saying that 2018 was a bad year in every possible way, however there are major portions I would love to forget. The unexpected gallbladder surgery, actually make that two surgeries in two days, was an episode I’d like to put into the mental shredder. This unforeseen hospital stay not only was draining on the wallet, but also on the emotional scale. I was forced to miss an author award event that required the author to be present in order to secure a win. Maybe next year? We’ll see.
Rain. And lots of it. It seems to me like it rained for days at a time this summer and when it wasn’t raining, the air was so drenched with humidity and heat, there wasn’t that many nice days to enjoy outdoors. Oh, and nearly a foot of snow in mid-November, let’s not forget that one, with dozens of cars being stuck on the side of road during rush hour, much resembling a snowy, winter apocalypse.
On a more personal note, I lost a person I really cared about and knew since I was a child. So many things left unsaid, and so many questions left unanswered.
Does it seem like I am just complaining? Maybe a bit. I think it is okay every now and then to look back and analyze the past, whether good or bad. To be honest, personal reflections actually causes one to realize all of the good things that are taken for granted by the individual. Dwelling on the negative is something I don’t want to do, as there are many, many good things in store for 2019. One will be the re-release of my book, The Journal of Ezekiel Walker through Peasantry Press. And maybe, just maybe, there will be the fulfillment of a dream of mine (with God’s help) to have one of my books turned into a feature film. More on that in the upcoming months.
God has a plan, and not all of it will be to my liking, I’m sure. Whatever 2019 brings, I know I won’t be going through it alone. And that’s something I can always be thankful for!
Goodbye 2018, it’s been real!
JZ
Now I’m not saying that 2018 was a bad year in every possible way, however there are major portions I would love to forget. The unexpected gallbladder surgery, actually make that two surgeries in two days, was an episode I’d like to put into the mental shredder. This unforeseen hospital stay not only was draining on the wallet, but also on the emotional scale. I was forced to miss an author award event that required the author to be present in order to secure a win. Maybe next year? We’ll see.
Rain. And lots of it. It seems to me like it rained for days at a time this summer and when it wasn’t raining, the air was so drenched with humidity and heat, there wasn’t that many nice days to enjoy outdoors. Oh, and nearly a foot of snow in mid-November, let’s not forget that one, with dozens of cars being stuck on the side of road during rush hour, much resembling a snowy, winter apocalypse.
On a more personal note, I lost a person I really cared about and knew since I was a child. So many things left unsaid, and so many questions left unanswered.
Does it seem like I am just complaining? Maybe a bit. I think it is okay every now and then to look back and analyze the past, whether good or bad. To be honest, personal reflections actually causes one to realize all of the good things that are taken for granted by the individual. Dwelling on the negative is something I don’t want to do, as there are many, many good things in store for 2019. One will be the re-release of my book, The Journal of Ezekiel Walker through Peasantry Press. And maybe, just maybe, there will be the fulfillment of a dream of mine (with God’s help) to have one of my books turned into a feature film. More on that in the upcoming months.
God has a plan, and not all of it will be to my liking, I’m sure. Whatever 2019 brings, I know I won’t be going through it alone. And that’s something I can always be thankful for!
Goodbye 2018, it’s been real!
JZ
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