It’s the year of the rat. I’m full of hope. I’m optimistic. However, this first month of the new decade was a bit rough. I don’t think I really need to recap. But here I go.
Earthquakes. Bombings. A new deadly virus spreading throughout the world. Through January 26th, there were already 18 mass shootings in the United States. Kobe Bryant and his daughter died in a helicopter crash. I didn’t even want to believe that one. I thought-hoped- it was fake news. He was so young about to embark in part two of his life. A new chapter and yet it wasn’t meant to be. I am foryinate and glad to have gone with my son to watch Kobe play in one of his last games. My son was in awe and screamed to let us know. What a loss to that family to have both a father and child perish. I can’t imagine the sense of devastation.
And, it’s been raining iguanas.
On a personal front I got the flu, sinus infection, and bronchitis. My son needed stitches. And, our car was totaled.
Overall, I’m done with January. This month is named after Janus the god of new beginnings and transitions. One has to wonder, however, what kind of beginning is this. Perhaps we had a rough start so that the rest of the year can only go up from here. It is certainly an interesting strategy by the universe to change our framing from a downward to an upward comparison. For a second here I had to speak like a psychologist. I most certainly still have optimism and will strive to believe things are going to get better.