Well, here we are, at the end of 2018. Every year, around this time, as the last sand grains run out, I can't help but feel...weird. A year is such a long period of time. Why does it feel so short when looked at in the rearview? It's weird...

My 2018 was a ride, as most years are. I had highs and lows, new experiences, new lessons, new goals, etc...but also a lot of strife in between. That seems to be a common theme. The strife.

I'm rambling, and because I'm tired, this probably makes no sense. But what that I do does? I pretend to be an obese talking moose on the internet for fun!

Regardless of what kind of talking animal you pretend to be on the internet, I hope your 2019 is filled with good stuff.

Thanks for watching and listening.

I appreciate you all.

Take care