Please excuse any typos for I am all the way lit as I attended to be. In less than an hour it will be 2017 and oddly I am not excited. Maybe because I’m 37 and 1 year closer to being 40 or the fact that Trump is entering the Whitehouse and the Obamas are leaving. I’m taking glimpse of Ryan Seacrest’s New Years special and I’m observing the excitied people in New York at time square and I’m not motivated to follow traditional toasting and kissing at the strike of midnight. I have real anxiety, and almost a sense of hopelessness. While some are celebrating the notion of getting their country back I just see the country going backwards eliminating the gains that so many fought and even died for. Yeah take a good sip to that. Don’t mind my pessimistic mood right now. I just want to dwell in my self pity for the fight we have ahead.
But make no mistake I am a fighter, I will transcend into to superhero mode fighting to my last breath. However, for New Years I will be in a sedated state contemplating the fight ahead. While most are cheering, I can’t help but to feel a little worried; but instead of feeling stressed I rather be on chill.
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Happy New Year! I guess…