Happy New Year!
Here's to the upcoming year. The one that, if common sense makes a come-back, using logic, once again, becomes a given, if people make the choice to live in reality instead of some warped, villain-filled conspiracy fantasy, yeah, it'll be awesome.
This is the year we get a real handle on this thing. This is the year that the time runs out on conspiracies. Vaccines have been being administered worldwide for over a year now, and all of the horrible things that, apparently, were supposed to happen... well, haven't.
Nobody is speaking in tongues, unless you count moronese as a tongue.
Nobody is magnetized, or chipped, or dying, or developing autism.
Nobody is turning into a zombie, unless you buy into the whole JFK Junior crap, cuz that does sound a little reanimating, franken-crazy, land of the living dead, creepy.
Nobody
Nope. None of it.
Oh, we all know that as each of these peculiar episodes of crazytales exposes itself to be untrue, when it becomes apparent that nobody is drinking baby blood or whatever, the powers that be crazy just make up a new one, a new, ominous, foreboding scenario.
The difference is this. Over the past year, they have shown us who they are. This year, we will believe them.
Gone are the days of coddling insanity. Gone are the days that those of us who live reality trod on eggshells to help the crazytales authors feel better about the poison they spread.
To say this year has, personally, been rough, would be a massive understatement. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't glad that it's over.
The final kicker? Betty White.
So many across this planet have suffered so much devastating, personal loss this year. So many lives taken, either directly or indirectly at the hands of this pandemic. Then, as if that wasn't enough, the seemingly endless extreme fires, floods, snowstorms, tornadoes, tsunamis, hurricanes, typhoons, volcanoes, I mean, you name it... really.
Betty White. An icon. Funny, brilliantly talented, smart. A rare light that illuminated everyone equally. Of course.... cuz 2021.
So we will grieve.
We will grieve collectively for Betty White. We will grieve collectively for all those brutalized by Mother Nature. We will grieve collectively for all lost to this virus, and those who continue to suffer its long-lasting effects.
Personally, we will grieve the loved ones we have lost. We will feel the loss of relationships. We will feel the remnants of these past two years reverberate through our lives in ways we may not recognize until they happen.
We will grieve.
But, mixed within the grief will be joy.
You know that saying... "If I knew then what I know now"
Well, now we know.
When we know better, we do better.
This year, we do better.
As we walk into this next year, let's do so with higher expectations.
2022 is not to be merely survived.
Let's make 2022 the year of accountability.
Let's make 2022 a celebration of the spoils learned from going through what we've gone through.
Let's make 2022 the year that thriving becomes the norm.
Let's make 2022 the year we embrace a new way of walking through the world, a way that reflects the lessons we've learned.
Let's make 2022 one to remember. Not remembered for heartache, not remembered for loss, not for violence, for hate speech, not for the rampant running of the Karens.
Let's make it one to remember for strides toward equality, real, actual, equality. Let's make it one to remember for figuring out a better work/life balance. One to remember for steps taken to make the world a safer, more healthy place to live... for everyone.
Let's fill 2022 with the joy that was stolen by 2021.
2022! Here's to it!
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Until next year...
May you release the pain brought forth by these past months, by the hardships, by heartache.
May you embrace the new days bringing light, joy, and fun, simply for fun's sake.
May you step from the shadows of survival, and into the light of thriving, bathing in its warmth.
May every dream that was shelved until a brighter day be, once again put into action, rewards brought forth.
May you, in the months to come, hug, kiss, cuddle, sing, laugh, and dance for a joy-filled thrill.
May all of it be slathered in happy, dipped in funny, then enjoyed until you've had your fill.
May you smile without hesitation.
May you walk without destination.
The healing power of wandering is incredible.
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