|The significance of zeroes
||[Dec. 31st, 2009|10:41 am]
I am tempting fate by saying this before midnight, but 2009 is going down as The Year That Almost Killed Us.
Yes, we did lose Bruce, Ferrett's stepdad, but that was pretty much expected. Unfortunate and painful, and an ongoing grief, but not unanticipated. 2009 presented us with any number of other challenges and damn near killed us from stress, but pulled up short of felling the axe. Ferrett's burst appendix. Kat's scary growth that mercifully was benign. Mom's eye-threatening sinus abscess, Steve's heart attack. My near-miss with a semi. Lower on the scale of drama were friends' breakups, other illnesses, pet deaths, and an assortment of other crises that, frankly, I'm already getting too residually-stressed to continue contemplating.
For me, mine, and many friends and loved ones of my friends and loved ones, 2009 is a year we are happy to shed.
So. Not only is a tough year drawing to a close, a decade is doing the same. I must say that it is doing so with much less pomp and ceremony than the others I remember. Perhaps we are burnt out on "significance" after the unfounded hysteria of 2000.
Nevertheless, it's good to take stock. At this time in 1999 I was on the cusp of a wonderful new life. I could not have anticipated that by the turn of the next decade I would be happily ensconced in Ohio, surrounded by the most wonderful group of friends a person could possess, and more grateful for the love of friends and family than I've ever been in my life.
When I look forward? The future is just as bright.
Wishing you all the best in the new year, new decade, and your lives.