Honestly, I don’t even want to think about last year. Not only did my sister and her son die of cancer, but I lost two of my favorite people in the world to COVID – a father and son. After them, I lost my last living aunt on my Mom’s side. Plus, there is a current tragedy in the works I cannot talk about yet.
Still, this is the beginning of 2022 and I am somewhat leery of it, so to speak. So many things are in mid-air like little boxes. It feels like it is just before gravity grabs hold and bring the little ‘life boxes’ down to the ground.
Since moving back to the hills, I have been unsettled, unhappy, and sick with so much physical pain; 2021 felt like I was bouncing around on bubbling, boiling water because. There wasn’t anything I felt like I had control over. I still don’t, actually. Feel like I have control. Feel like I can pull myself out of the water. BUT I have decided to be proactive for 2022.
My goals aren’t worth relating – except I am going to return to blogging regularly – so I don’t consider them New Year’s Resolutions. They are my goals, though. This year I am choosing to begin it with open eyes, squared shoulders, and an active brain. The active body will happen, too, but it will take me a while to get me moving anywhere close to painlessly. (I know – it won’t be painless, I’m just realistically looking for moving with less pain.) I have set goals.
I hope 2022 doesn’t suck great big hairy monkey balls.
Kentucky Mountain Girl News by Henrietta Asher Handy 