When I go back and read previous new year's posts they are generally full of optimism for the year ahead.
I'm trying.
I really am.
Given the past two years it is probably a bit naturally to head into 2022 wonder what fresh, new hell is laying waiting for us in the shadows.
Optimism is hard.
So 2021 ends like this.
Survived we did. A bit battered and bruised and hopefully a LOT wiser.
Onward.
A lot of people go into the new year making a list of things that they want to fix about themselves or their existence.
I refuse to do that this year.
Not for this reason though . . .
LOL
I know that I am far from perfect. I know there are plenty of things that I should try and change. I also know that if they were so easy to change it would have happened already and I wouldn't need to wait until some arbitrary calendar page flip to do so.
So let's continue to muddle through life being kind, trying to mitigate the damage caused by our worst urges and amplify our innate good that often is hard to find.
All tbe best for a more joyful 2022.