I gave 2024 a 6.5/10 rating for myself. According to my grading scale, that still qualifies as a C while dangerously flirting with a D. My wife spent the last few hours of New Year's Eve creating an Instagram reel of the year that is obviously filled with precious joys and experiences. While I consider myself an optimist, I found myself looking at a more half empty glass this time around.
Was it the constant health challenges my wife endured? Was it the dropping morale at school? Was it my child's terrible terrible threes? Was it the growing number of cancer patients in my life?
I only posted once on this blog last year, an all time low. Is this the start of the mid-life crisis? Is this why I keep buying more shoes than I need?
What does the Lord have in store for 2025?
At the very least, no more shoes, Phil.
Thought of the Day: Milk
Song of the Day: Kings Kaleidoscope-All Glory Be to Christ