The long year.

I can't say I've ever had a frustrating year as this last one. This fact is no more evident then the fact that this is as far as my fake-a-tree made it out of the closet. Never out of the box, never holding any ornaments, only to sit on the floor for four weeks then shoved back into the closet. I'm not going to go into details about the last year. I'm only going to say it was frustrating and I know it's mostly my fault.

At least I can see and accept the problems and work to make them better problems this next year.