"Good Night," Grandma
Alternate title: 2019, you grackle (insult courtesy of Captain Holt) This has been one of the toughest years of my life. At the start of the year, I had so much hope and felt like I was in a place I was meant to be. I had goals of improving my nutrition, but other than that, I felt good about where I was at in my life. Then, my schedule at Midland didn’t really work out, and while I never felt like I truly belonged there, it was tough to change that plan and get off of what I felt was at least a reasonably normal path. Then, my job fell apart and I began questioning if I ever want to work within a church, which I deeply feel like I am not made for now. So now I am set with one semester left for a degree I already do not want at a college I only went to due to a job that broke my heart. Then the flood ravaged the town I live in, and even though it didn’t flood at my house, the heartache I saw in my old neighborhood was tough. Then, I got incredibly sic