Ringing in the new...

Funny thing - as I've said on numerous occasions, the passing of another year is an anti-climax as one gets older.  I'm going to be 58 in a few days.  It still startles me at moments; to look at that number and think I'm of that age.  I'm glad to still be here - don't get me wrong - but aging is something I don't think any of us are truly prepared for. 

I was in bed by 12:15 on New Year's Eve - there's nothing much to celebrate, especially as time goes by and more people depart from our lives - either by the dissolving of a relationship or their death.  I'm not trying to be gloomy, but in the last several years, I've had to say goodbye to too many friends, prematurely.  It emotionally drains you.  And things that once held some relevance no longer have the same meaning.  I know that must sound terribly defeatist, but it's not.  It's just that things change; time negates a lot and what once mattered doesn't - at least not in the same way.

I do hold an optimistic hope that 2023 will be just a little better than 2022 - for me, a little less trying and stressful, with better/improved health.

I wish only good things and the best for everyone else.