Year’s end and I wake alone and vaguely ill.
I want the year to be over, but I’m not looking forward to the next. Nothing changes on New Year's Day .
As a librarian, it was a good year. For me, it was a year of fake news. After a year of research and writing I called us out at VALA and made follow-up appearances at an Internet Freedom Hack, Reference at the Metcalfe and the USQ’s Digital Life Lab. Then I was an online teacher for ALIA’s Calling Bullshit course, which was fun. Along the way there were two terms of SLV’s Jump Start to help with, including the last of the 7 courses.
As a human, though, it was difficult. While the daily dose of happy pills kept me from drowning, others around me sank. Family dramas, the traumas of verbal abuse, lifelong relationships breaking and the breaches of trust that lead to ongoing legal action. The end of a life and loved ones struggling with grief, depression and anxiety stain the year.
The year ends with her madness and I sleep alone.
Go away 2018 and unless things change, sod off 2019 already.