It’s the end of the year…

Spring has sprung, Summer has gone, Fall dropped its embrace around us to leave us here at the start of Winter’s reign, and the cycle begins anew.

In my case, I am hoping the new year brings new hopes. Still on the end of a short rope as far as housing and finances go and I am hoping that 2023 can end the merry-go-round I’ve been riding on since 2020.

To be blunt, I am quite tired of 2022 and even though it’s more symbolic than any meter of real change like income or assets, I will still be glad to see the backside of this year wandering off into the sunset.

But, what good does that do you dear reader, especially as you have heard my complaints since about October, before expressing how grateful I am for those things that DO work in November because I refuse to be, in my middle aged brain which has processed way too much bull to let the muck and slime of the outside world take me down completely, because once I forget who I am and who I strive to be it’s game over.

So what to write about then?

I don’t want to whine, but neither do I feel like putting up the holiday decor and roasting chestnuts by an open fire…besides saying ‘happy birthday’ to Jesus, whose teachings should be part the foundation we base our entire ethos of life on, I have very little cheer.

It hardly even feels like Christmas and New Years are only a short time away, but feels like everything since September has been sped up like an old record, everyone is talking like chipmunks and the melody, although not unpleasant, is WAY too fast to dance to.

I suppose I could preach, part of me wants to, part of me wants to tell you all how lucky you probably have it (probably because I’m sure I’m not the only one out there in dire need, hell, I know I’m not), rake myself over the coals of that fire about everything I don’t have and yes, maybe I’ll have those moments to myself, but they are not for publication, those are my embarrassments, they are to be brought in and fixed, not allowed to run about screaming.

I suppose I could cry, but I’ve never been sure what that actually solves anymore…and that’s just it, maybe there is no solution…there can be improvement, there can be a falling off but a solution is kind of an odd choice of words.

Life cannot be solved. as if we did there would be no point to it, rather to me the point during this holiday season, this end of year party where we shed old and ring in the new is not a solution and that is not what Jesus talked about either.

This is time to tell you all that I love you and Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays no matter what they are to you and to try and meditate on the other thing Jesus brought…hope.