As we gather the last remnants of 2024, we find ourselves caught between the shadows of the past and the glimmering, unknown shapes of the future. The earth hums beneath our feet, urging us to remember while also encouraging us to move forward—both at once.
The Y2K era feels like it was just yesterday. One moment, we were bracing for computers to rebel against the new millennium; the next moment, a quarter-century has flashed by, like a dial-up connection finally reaching its homepage. It’s wild to think how those days have shaped who we are now, tucked into the folds of time like a favorite playlist burned onto a CD-R. Some moments could use a little editing—a better word here, a smarter choice there. But change the story as a whole? Never.
As we step into a new year, here’s to leaning into the chaos, laughing at the absurdity, and welcoming the strange, endless wonders that lie ahead. May God Keep Us as His Bright, Protected Pets.
The Y2K era feels like it was just yesterday. One moment, we were bracing for computers to rebel against the new millennium; the next moment, a quarter-century has flashed by, like a dial-up connection finally reaching its homepage. It’s wild to think how those days have shaped who we are now, tucked into the folds of time like a favorite playlist burned onto a CD-R. Some moments could use a little editing—a better word here, a smarter choice there. But change the story as a whole? Never.
As we step into a new year, here’s to leaning into the chaos, laughing at the absurdity, and welcoming the strange, endless wonders that lie ahead. May God Keep Us as His Bright, Protected Pets.
