For some reason I’m having a really hard time wrapping my head around the fact that it’s 2018.
I remember worrying about 1984, mostly because of the book “1984”. But 1984 came and went and it seemed like everything was still pretty much OK.
Then it was the turn of the century, 2000, OMG, scary. The Y2K bug was dominating the headlines and it felt like it was the end of the world. But then nothing happened.
But for some reason 2018 feels different. Maybe it’s the wacko feeling that seems to be the order of the day. Crazy storms, raging fires, political and economic uncertainty, etc.
The hardest thing is to maintain a positive outlook. But that is essential. The one thing that cannot happen is that we slip into negativity. So I get up every day, try not to look at the news, and go to work.
Maybe it’s not the end after all.