So...
2018. What a fucking long year that was. But honestly I've been feeling out of even since 2016? I remember throwing up on election night, a combination of too much weed, too much pizza, and just being destroyed by thinking about how much worse the world was about to get. How much more divided and antagonistic. It broke my heart and troubled my guts. And the past 2 years kinda justified that?

But at the same time, there's still a big part of me that can't help but hope. Because good things still happen. I started HRT. I bought a house. My family is getting queerer. My mom survived her career long enough to retire. With full pension, and paid off her house, which just got remodeled.

So I guess my take away is to stay hopeful, and to keep pushing for improvement. Life is iterative, and full of small moves. Keep making them.

Good lift, safe landing to you all.