The days are getting longer and they are also getting colder. Why is everything a trade-off in this world?
It's like teetering on the edge of a cliff and then regaining your footing until the next shaky step. Things seem to happen at the worst possible time, but is there ever a better time for disasters to occur? Yes! When I am not around to have to deal with them. Of course, it doesn't work that way. Not that anything in my world is going wrong and I'm not very superstitious, even in the bigger world of superstition (some call it religion). Maybe it is the new year, and having been through a few of them, I expect to have to meet some new "challenges" as we like to call them. I have no idea what they will be or when they will happen, but they will rear their ugly heads again. Fortunately, I am a survivor and a fighter if pushed into a corner, but I really would just prefer to float along on the sea of tranquility (not the lunar one). As long as I keep perspective and know that so many people have it way worse than I will ever know.
My trials are an insignificant speck in the grand scheme of things, but they are still my trials. I will walk gently and carefully, but observe the wonders that surround me as I begin yet another year of my time on this side of the dirt.
You see, I have done many things, but need to focus a bit more in my waning years. I have been a pilot, wildlife rehabilitator (mostly birds of prey and I still have some scars), photographer, musician, small engine mechanic, worked a wide variety of jobs (mostly at horseshit pay), and gotten to live and work in places most people can only vacation in. It's not been a bad ride, really. So when people come to me as the great sage and ask about the meaning of life I refer them to Douglas Adams.
We now know the answer is 42.
I leave you with the beginning of a new year and remember some of the good times that ought not be forgotten. Here I am with my brother and two of our cousin's kids in Denmark. A happy moment.