The Year 2002:
A Writer's Perspective

It was neither the best of times, nor the worst of times…but it was pretty darned close.

2002 was a year filled with paradox for this writer. I experienced both the height of contentment and the depths of despair. Rapture of the soul was mine and gut-wrenching heartache belonged to me, as well.

I sang songs of joy and cried rivers of living tears.

I danced for joy and crumpled to the floor in a desolate heap of sorrow…all in the year 2002.

My heart was broken and my soul was strengthened. Paradox. Irony. Such was my life…all in the year 2002.

My pen danced across the pages of my tablet at times, while only silence greeted the presence of my pencil at others. My writing well was both filled with words and empty of inspiration. I have had much to say and nothing to share…all in the year 2002.

I am both more than I was and less than I expected that I would be…all because of the year 2002.

What will I be leaving behind me this year? What will I have left behind when the bell tolls at midnight this eve of 2003? Only the ticks of the clock of my life will tell.

I cannot wait to hear the tolls of the bell.

Copyright 2002 by Lynette Scott

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