Friday, December 31, 2021

This old year hasn’t passed fast enough

My final blog post in 2020 was titled, “Fast away the old year passes”. This year, I’m even more over it than I was then, and I wish the year would just GO already.

I said last year that “I hope we get a much better year in 2021,” but it kinda didn’t work out that way. For me, last year was the third crappy year in a row—some of it being so very bad that it needs a descriptor far worse than any that mere profanity can possibly provide—and that, too, is for the third year in a row.

So, this year, once again, I can’t wait to see the back of the fading year. I’d like to say I’m hopeful that 2022 will be better, but, after three bad years in a row, I’m too cautious to even think that. Instead, I’ll just say I hope to feel better, be better, and do better in 2022. That I can control, that I can affect. The rest of the world? No. For that, all I can do is hope for better times ahead.

2021 will be over in fifteen minutes, and I’m so very glad about that. I know plenty of other people are, too. But as 2021 recedes, there's one sincere and genuine wish I can make, and it's this: May none of us feel this way one year from tonight.

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