New Year, new beginning.
Not really.
Apart from having to awkwardly morph a '4' in to the shape of a '5' for a couple of months when filling out forms, it's business as usual. Resume transmission.
I had written up a full post, full of elegant flourishes and fancy metaphors to help describe the kind of year that 2014 was, but then I thought "screw it" and erased it all with a single keystroke. This really doesn't feel like the year for elegance. It feels like the year for blunt instruments. For black on white. For miners with worn pick-axes, hacking away at the earth's tough hide.
And bluntly, last year was a proper four letter word.
Another four letter word - 'hope' - will not form a part of my vocabulary this year. I have no expectations, other than that it could be (and I will be on guard for it to be) just as, if not more difficult than the last.
In saying that, I am aware there are a lot of things that I can't prepare for. I don't have all the answers. Not much I can do about that other than to remain vigilant and be ready to adapt.
Cut it, print it.
