This is it. The last day of the year. I saw a headline that noted we are entering the third year of living with the coronavirus pandemic. The headline struck me. Three years. I don’t know where these two years went. So much haze.
With said haze in mind, I sat down intending to write about my top experiences of the year. Then as I started to scour my brain to remember what had happened this year and what would I rate as a top experience not much came to mind. It isn’t that it was an absolutely horrible year, it just was a year in which hope rode a rollercoaster. It was a year of hard work. It was a year of vast change and yet not enough change. It was a year of great ambivalence.
I’d say my best day was the day my son and I went shopping for hours on end and he didn’t complain. He even seemed to enjoy it. I was thrilled. We shopped. We ate pizza. We watched a movie together. We laughed. I vented about work. He vented about school. It was a perfect day.
As for other days, there were good and there were bad ones. I am grateful for it all. I am grateful for the honors and recognition I received this year. A group at a bar even thought I was a daytime emmy winner when I came in with my healthcare hero award. That was funny. I am grateful for some really great meals I had before delta and omicron hit and made some places close. I am grateful that I had no adverse reaction whatsoever to the booster. I am grateful that we found a school my son likes. I am grateful for new friendships and deepening relationships. I am grateful that I got through the bad days with my sense of humor intact.
2022 let’s see what you got!