Holy crap, this year. I mean, just holy crap
. To say that 2017 has been one of the most stressful years of my adult life would be an understatement. 2017 has, overall, been a god damn mess
I mean, I'm not going to say much about the ongoing lawsuit
I've been defending against, and how it's continued to eat a second year of my life. I mean, it's definitely a big bottle of no-fun.
Crysta and I also moved halfway through the year, leaving our home of seven years in Lafayette, IN to go back to our old neighborhood in Eau Claire, WI. Even though the move was a "good thing," the act of uprooting is inherently an emotional mess. I mean, it was hauling all of our stuff 500 miles over the course of multiple weekends. I think I clocked that over the course of three days I had spent twenty hours on the freeway -- and that doesn't take into account the loading and unloading done between trips.
In 2016 I had two working shoulders. In 2017 I have on a good day one and a half.
There's a lot more stuff going on, but I'm not sure how much the other people involved would want me airing it publicly. Needless to say, this is just the surface of it. I literally took time off of one of my comics
on multiple occasions for the first time ever. That's just unlike me. I haven't even mentioned the existential dread that encompasses the nation right now either.
I mean, it hasn't been all
bad. I mean, later today, I'm going to go see a Star Wars. I really hope 2018 gets its act together though.