The truth is that there is a sense. There is something that makes sense in life. It’s not just a random compilation of events, and it’s not just a sort of graspy hell-realm here on Earth, which is what it seems to be sometimes. There is an order to things, it’s called Karma, but you can call it whatever you want.
Last year has just been a treadmill of running from place to place, getting the work done and you know, keeping my head above water... and I hope to, instead of keeping my head above water, someday learn to fly.