Okay, twenty-eighteen, you better bring your “A” game.

We’re expecting a lot out of you.

Honestly, we didn’t think we’d ever meet you.

Trump got elected President.

That was supposed to destroy the Earth but somehow we’re still here.

New Years is supposed to have magical powers.

Powers to overcome all of last year’s agitations.

So it’s your job to make us happy.

Work your magic, twenty-eighteen.

Count on us for no help.

Zero.

We’ll keep doing what we’ve always done.

Whine about unfairness.

Blame our circumstances on others.

Refuse to acknowledge our mistakes.

Respond to the mistakes of others with impatience.

Embrace laziness.

Advance selfishness.

Criticize things we don’t understand.

Sneer a lot.

Be pessimistic.

Assume everyone is trying to harm us.

Ignore differing points of view.

Cease learning.

Nurture bitterness.

Justify grudges.

Seek victimhood.

Eat too much.

Laugh too little.

And sacrifice friendships for politics and religion.

What we’re saying, twenty-eighteen, is it’s all up to you.

Fulfill us!

Turn our cynicism into enthusiasm.

Give us wonderful dreams and then…

…make those dreams come true.

We’re waiting…

Get busy!

You’ve got 12 months.