In my years, I’ve lost a home, two cars, four careers, buried 5 close family members including parents and a sibling. Been an alcoholic, recovered. Had severe depression. Recovered. Had Nearly lost my partner to illness and helped her learn to walk and eat again. Been so broke a few times that I was stealing water from construction sites so we could flush our toilet. Laid to rest a dozen beloved pets. Said goodbye more times than hello.

I’m back on my feet, starting over. Again. A little wiser, a little more battered and scarred up, a lot more tired. Missing a few teeth and all my hair, but still going.

The world right now is a massive mess, don’t get me wrong. We’re in real trouble. But at this point I don’t think anything short of an actual band of raiders with halberds chasing me down through the woods is going to end this ride for me. At this rate, might happen.