Oldest gestured at the wall calendar this morning and asked, “HOW?” As in, How are we at the end of 2022 already? Good question, kiddo. How indeed. This year certainly had its ups and downs, and I owe my faithful readers an apology for only cranking out three blog posts (including this one). Blogs are dead; our attention spans can only handle 10 second Insta reels. But the lack of word flow has caused a backup, and like a clogged spillway I fear I may overflow and spew sewage everywhere.
So here we are. The final day of the year. Ironically, The Sundays are currently singing “Here’s Where the Story Ends” in my noise canceling headphones, which remain my favorite purchase of all time. I refuse to believe the story ends here. However, we are about to turn the page, so before we do, let’s reflect on the year, shall we?
Watched my son perform on stage and earn his Eagle scout
Was able to be by my dad’s side in the days following his heart surgery (Also: my dad survived heart surgery!)
Fostered an adorable kitty named Bellatrix
Crossed an item off my bucket list when I hiked three miles through cold mist to witness an erupting volcano
Played with octopuses (yes, that is the correct plural)
Released my fourth verse novel, CAUGHT IN THE HAZE
Saw my Pennwriter friends in person after two years of virtual conferences
Got to spend time with my brother and his family
Watched my big sister marry the love of her life
Took my boys to their favorite summer camp
Started a new job
Floated in Lake Ontario
Completed both a winter and summer hiking challenge with my favorite hiking partner
Missed the Cure vs Smiths dance party but then got a do-over in the summer and danced my little heart out
Rode boats, toured castles, played pinball, tubed down a snow covered hill
There have been some low points for sure, like nearly losing my beloved kitty from a blocked ureter, and passing a kidney stone on the six hour drive back from the Pennwriters conference (we are both laying off the spinach now). I had to make the difficult decision to leave a job I’d done for eight years, a job with wonderful co-workers who thankfully have kept in touch (and one who followed me to my new job). My health has been up and down, and surgery may be in my future. Oh, and the wound of this one is still fresh: Our city endured a major storm over Christmas weekend, and literally buried our holiday in snow. I love my immediate family, but I am definitely over being trapped in the house with them.
I am not typically the sort of person who makes resolutions. This is mostly because I am not the sort of person who follows through. There are so few knowns in the world from day to day, let alone year to year. My oldest will turn 17 and apply to college (or decide to take a gap year as long as he doesn’t call it a gap year because I really don’t like that term). My youngest will start high school. Both will log innumerable hours of video game play. My cats will continue to be incredibly sweet and then incredibly violent at the slightest noise (you should see my scratch scars). There will be adventures. There will be laughter. There will be heartache. I will read books, drown out the world in my favorite headphones, spend more time than I should worrying about things I can’t control. Like what happens next.
2022. What can I say? You flew past me. Sometimes a nice breeze that cooled my face. Sometimes a car screeching through a puddle and soaking me to my skin. You were a slight improvement to your previous sister-years, but I’m still raw from their wounds. As I close this post, “Survivin'” by Bastille is playing. I’m gonna be fine, I’m gonna be fine… I think I’ll be fine.
Happy New Year, friends. Be well. ❤