This year did not live up to its initial promise and momentum. The BF's mom passed away in January and we were not able to go to Canada for the funeral. My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer, had surgery, radiation therapy, and rang the bell. My lifelong, dear friend, who has been a front-line, very vocal healthcare worker - even through Hodgkins Lymphoma, has recently been benched because of his health.
For me, all of this is a reminder that some things are just beyond the scope and control of mankind, and we have to exist and live with everything else on this planet, not at the expense of it. Angie's Three P's have been very useful to me outside of my fashion-life - Patient, Picky, Practical.
We're vaccinated and booster'd, and had plans to go to the Bahamas (we were supposed to go last week), and to Toronto this week, to spend the holidays with BF's dad. And we had to cancel all of it - we've gotten so much conflicting information on testing, test-windows, possibilities of extended quarantines, and unforeseen expenses for all of this, that we've postponed traveling for the time being.
It's frustrating, because it feels like I'm just spinning my wheels and not really getting anywhere. But when I go out for a walk, I realize that I'm seeing more birds and animals, the air smells clearer and fresher, and the trees in my community seem to be thriving. My backyard songbirds come visit every day, and after two years, they're showing me a level of trust that I feel very honored to have. I try to find the small moments of contentment, and the little wins.
I do believe that collectively, we're moving forward and making progress with the pandemic. I think we're all starting to realize that this is an actual war. Omicron is the new battle.
So... I hope I can give you all some hope, when your spirits are flagging, and I wish you many small joys and little adventures for you to uncover, right where you are. Tomorrow is the longest night of the year, and after that... the light returns. Happy Holidays!