I vividly remember ringing in 2016 with my first view of the Northern Lights. I’d been chasing them for years and was beyond excited to finally see them. I just knew it was a good omen and that there were great things in store for us all. Then beloved celebrities started dying, the UK voted to do itself horrific damage, and Trump was elected president.
So you can imagine my delight in reporting that I am beginning 2023 with a yucky case of flu. And while it’s not been as bad as it could be, I’m feeling low and sorry for myself. This can only bode well for the new year. Perhaps the worse it starts, the better it will get. That’s what I’m telling myself.
Happy New Year.