That’s what is on my new shirt, emblazoned across my chest. It’s how I feel most of these days as we end this horrific year. I could be that girl with the “glass half full” attitude but I’m not. I could work at it and come up with a handful of positive things to say about 2020 but I don’t want to work that hard.
2020 among its list of major upheavals from COVID to fires to government to grift, etc. also took my mother, father, uncle, my cockatiel and my beloved ginger cat, Louie. My mother, father and uncle were all in their mid nineties and the cockatiel was 22 so they were not unexpected and they will be missed and Louie was 16 but we were bonded and unlike the others he gave me nonjudgmental love, always. Am I a horrible person to say that I will miss him the most.
The humans in my life had their issues and problems. It really wasn’t until I hit mid life that I realized how dis functional my family was. I’m sure I have my fair share of baggage, hopefully it has been tucked away for these 50 some odd years and not screwing up my immediate family.
I look forward to 2021. I see it as a year of hope and change. I don’t make resolutions. I take each day and try to make the best of it. Some days I make some headway some days I retreat.
I am ready for the idea of a new beginning. Bea