2021 was a hard year.
It involved way too many visits to hospitals and vets. We lost a Pavel. We lost a Stu. We came very close to losing our goddamned minds as a family. The jury is still out on that one – that’s still very much a work in progress.
Work-wise, the whole thing sometimes felt like one step forward, two steps back, heeeeey macarena.
There were some bright spots, but they seemed very few and far between. Visits from NMD, beach beers, little things. Even some of the potentially bright spots seemed to get tainted by some level of drama.
I miss seeing my family. I miss seeing my friends. I miss having goals and dreams. I miss the calm, quiet moments. I miss having fun. I’m tired of stress, worry and drama.
2022, please be kind.
