It’s the last day of 2018, so I’m thinking about the year that’s passed, like everybody else today. I often feel conflicted at the end of a year, but I can’t remember a recent year that’s left the future feeling quite as uncertain as this one has. To be clear, I don’t necessarily think of that as a negative. I’m a person who has historically sought change for its own sake, and I tend to view an uncertain path as one that’s wide-open—more like an unplanned road trip over a bright midwestern highway than an unguided hike through a haunted forest. That said, I really don’t know what to make of 2018.