I can't say I'm sorry to see the year 2022 bid adieu. Goodbye! "Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord . . . well, you know the rest." This year has been skipping to the same beat all year and it sounded like this, "What! A new month? Which one?! (Insert current month here) already!! No way." Even on the lead-up to Christmas week the song I remember hearing most was any Christmas song by Trans-Siberian Orchestra with its electric guitar and spastic musical climax. That could have easily been the theme of the entire year: hurried, admittedly painful, too much and yet not enough. So, there it is: my year in review. Uninspired perhaps. Soggy and a bit stodgy, as they say on the Great British Baking Show when they bite into a piece of cake that is supposed to be yummy, looks promising, but just isn't--at all. Let's hope that 2023 is all that 2022 wasn't. I did not dress up for this evening's ringing in of the new year. Wearing my favorite pair of sweatpants (with pockets of course), a well-worn t-shirt that has an image of Cape Cod's Sagamore Bridge and reads "Cross that bridge when you come to it!" beneath a long, cozy sweater (also, pockets:) and fuzzy, purple polka-dotted socks is how I will enter the new year: Comfortable. Hopefully 2023 will skip to more of a Nat King Cole beat: slower, steady and soothing. |
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