So often, we wear our inspirations on our sleeves.
Let’s just go ahead and get this out of the way: 2016 really fucking sucked. A bunch of really cool people died. A surly, orange clown somehow managed to con his way into the most powerful position on Earth. Rampant nationalism seems to be sweeping the globe. And we may be looking down the barrel of so many loaded guns (climate change, Supreme Court nominations, the gutting of health care, diplomatic relations with China, Turkey, Russia, The Philippines, etc.), that it’s enough to induce an all encompassing panic attack…the kind that last’s a lifetime.
People are scared. I’m scared. And we should be.
I don’t get to go to the movies as often as I’d like to, but that doesn’t mean I can’t watch awesome flicks at home. Thank God for VOD!
In my life, I have been lucky enough to be able to maintain a whole slew of close relationships and deep friendships with a number of people, some going back 25 years or more. Our tight-knit little group has bonded together more and more through every era of our lives, every triumph, every tragedy, and then some, keeping in contact despite the physical distance between us. When we all do get together, it’s as if no time has passed at all. We all still love each other. I love that. I don’t know a whole lot of people that have that, and it’s a very precious thing to me.