The coldest holiday season in generations has descended upon the North Country. It is the kind of cold that get inside the bones of a house and touches everything.
2017 is coming to a close. We survived a year of Trump by the skin of our teeth. But as a country, as culture we are greatly diminished. It will take years to undo the damage already done. But in my heart I am afraid the damage is too consequential, too permanent.
Each year, I make a list of goals. Things I want to accomplish in the year ahead in: writing, reading, being healthy, this blog, etc.
I can honestly say the process is helpful. I look back on my 2016 goals and see that I accomplished or at least tried to accomplish many of the things I set out to do last year. But whether I achieved a goal or not is not the point. Having something to work toward and having a process and plan to accomplish it is.
2017 is almost in the books. 2018 is a blank page yet to be written. May it be a fruitful time for you and yours.