Last year was hard on me; my failure at the Texas 200 destroyed several of my dreams, and even took some of my joy of sailing, and that HURTS. I managed to gain 40 pounds. On the plus side... I have a great marriage; I have a few good friends; I have a job that mostly pays the bills, and a roof over my head. But there was nothing new to counterbalance what I have lost, and I am running out of dreams.
Winter is almost over, and I am solidly on the threshold of another year. I honestly do not know if what I am feeling is hope, or merely desperation driven hysteria; we shall see.