Not much to say, really, this was a hell of a year, not in the good sense. Things still feel darker, colder, crueler. I push back as hard as I can with kindness, empathy, and warmth, positivity and hope, these are my soft weapons, my embraces, my kisses.
All I can sincerely hope is that 2025, an arbitrary number on an arbitrary calendar created by an arbitrary religion from an arbitrary species, shows itself to be good to the poor and oppressed, and detrimental to the wealthy and privileged.
2024 marked the 3rd year without my mom, but I carry on, and as I do, I can feel the elements of her that were shared with me start coming out more in force this year. My mom and I often saw eye to eye, but as I get older, without her here, I can feel more of my personality reflecting much of her own, and I just wonder truly how much of her is in me, and I am appreciative for each new discovery.
We end the year with $5.22 in the bank, and a week away from any kind of income. To all the people in the US claiming the economy is doing well, please shut up. Any poor person who sees you say that doesn’t trust you because we wonder just how in denial you are, or how good you have it by comparison that you can ignore our cries for help.
2024 also continued to be a year of sickness, of death, nothing new, really, but it was notable because of who saw it and who pretended it wasn’t happening.
I overcame some fears, some self-doubts, and some emotional stumbling blocks, and I can only hope I improve upon that.
All in all, I am more than glad to see 2024 go. Good riddance, die in a fire. May the new year be better for all of us.
.Red
