Something small and big seems to be changing. I feel like I’m losing touch. Things feel disconnected. I am directionless. It’s an unsettling feeling, and I feel like I am coping in strange ways, cracking jokes that aren’t quite funny, making art that isn’t quite beautiful. I know this is all very vague, but that’s how it feels to me – vague. So I try to focus on what I know. I got the windows tinted on my new car this morning. I tried to write a compelling story about my team at work to share with someone that I only hope will care. I worked out at the gym and saw muscles that weren’t there a few months ago. I took Christina to dance and saw a beautiful sunset before I picked her up. I made cheeseburgers for dinner and the grill caught fire. I watched volleyball with Billy. I talked to Robin about college and her birthday and her friends at school. And now I guess it’s time for bed so I can be ready to do it all again tomorrow.
Year in Photos 