It hasn't changed. It hasn't moved faster or slower. It's held the same 525,600 minutes most years hold.
Yet, somehow, this year has felt different.
It's gone fast, yet slow. It doesn't seem like both Black Panther and the Winter Olympics happened back in February. They seem like events of years past and not 2018.
Has it been drama of local and national levels? Has it been the confusion of media of all sorts? Has it been all of us just trying to hold on in a world spiraling towards a dystopian novel we really don't want to live in?
I don't have the answers.
But, I have song lyrics. It feels like the 'winds of change' from the song "Gorky Park." I feel something changing, blowing in the wind. I can feel it coming in the air tonight.
Alright, I know, cheesy. But it's true. I've started humming old song from the 90's again and feeling like I did back then. Maybe I'm going towards what I want to be; what I've always supposed to become. Maybe you are too.
We're all caterpillars.
We've been in our cocoons.
We're about to emerge.
In 2019, we become butterflies fluttering by, effecting everything.
In 2019, we strive, we fight, we become.
