2021 was an awful year and I’m not at all sad to see it go. Bitch, bye.
I always get excited for a new year, but I’m more excited than usual this time around. I feel like 2022 has a lot to offer me. I plan on saying yes to all the new experiences possible. I want to live; truly, unabashedly live.
I don’t have any real resolutions. I just plan to do what feels right. I know what that means for me right now, but I’m open to it changing, and I’m not going to set myself up for failure or berate myself. I’m seeking joy whenever and wherever I can.
I was grateful to have homecoming as a distraction today. D and I drove them to Main Street for dinner and pictures, and then to and from the dance. In the interim, we took Jackson out for dinner, and that was also very nice. I love bearing witness to his and D’s silliness. Their relationship makes me so very happy.
This may be my one and only Homecoming. That’s how I have to think about things now.