Remember in years past when we would say things like “well, that was a crappy year, can’t wait to see it go?”
This year stated out rough. I became very sick in late January, which killed early February. Then, in March, my grandpa died and five days later, the world locked down.
Bright spot in May, when my collection came out, but darkness, too, as I wasn’t able to have a proper release of any sort. Bright spot during summer, when Dad’s tests came back negative and he could happily say he was cancer-free. Bright spot in September, when it appeared cases were going down in our area. But, darkness again in November when Erie County slid into an orange zone and life became confining again.
Overall, for everyone, a crap year.
I am focusing on the good today, though. Like that book I dropped. Or my healthy Dad. Or the fact cases are going down again, and we have a vaccine now.
So, it wasn’t all garbage, at least to me.
This year, I am making a singular resolution. Don’t eat any phonebooks. No, seriously, I intend to read more. I have fallen off reading so hard because of my eye troubles, and I need to get my butt back on that train. I intend to keep a list of all the books I read this year, to hold myself accountable. I’m almost certain it will be dismal. One year I read 100 books. Now I can barely get though two. Damn these eyes.
But there have been great improvements in them this year, so I am hoping that pushes me to pursue reading even more than before. I have a few King’s just languishing on my shelf, desperate to be finished. I asked my cousin Sarah to toss me a few books she was done with. And I am intent on consuming as much poetry as possible (particularly from local and indie authors, so if you know any good ones, hit me up.) The first book I intend to read is Courtney Changes the Game, the first in the new line of American Girl Doll books.
I’m trying to ease myself in.
Anyway, tonight is New Year’s Eve. Hubs and I don’t do much for the holiday. One year we went to the ball drop and it was crazy and expensive and we swore that was going straight on the Murtagh list (a list of shit we’re too old for.) Now out NYE consists of pizza and booze and a televised ball drop. So, our plans did not change this year amidst a pandemic. Except maybe the pizza will take longer to arrive.
Tonight, I am thankful for my family’s health and my own successes. I am thankful for a hardworking and loving husband and four beautiful and clever step-kids. I am thankful for a sister turned friend and a friend turned sister. I am thankful for my grandmother, who is still kicking after her hardest year.
And I am proud, of everyone.
I wrote in the beginning about how to me, the world has always been on fire. Then I wrote a poem about that observation. Then I won a contest with that poem. Then it was published in the Buffalo News. It has become my motto of the year: the world has always been on fire. I wrote about how my “healthy” people were experiencing moments of a depression and anxiety, while I was dancing among the flames that I have grown used to. I am so proud of those people…people unfamiliar with mental health problems, who are experiencing this painful time but pushing though. You are so strong. I am so proud.
And those of us dancing in the fire as usual? Well, I’m always proud that we don’t just let ourselves burn.
Anyway, Happy New Year to you and yours.
Sure was a crappy year. Can’t wait to see it go.
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Insightful! Helped me put 2020 in perspective. Great writing, as usual!
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