Welp, here we are at the butt end of 2021. Gawd.
If you’re reading this, it means you’re still alive and I say, bravo!
Well done to make it through this annus horribilis, starting with the
GQP-sponsored insurrection and carrying on with the GQP-encouraged anti-mask
anti-vax anti-reason mouth-breathers, the first instance in US history of an
unpeaceful transfer of power (thanks, GQP), the miasma of Big Lies (courtesy of
the GQP) and the onslaught of the Delta and Omicron variants overwhelming our
already-precarious for-profit healthcare system (not directly attributed to the
GQP, but man, did they ever exacerbate it).
And I, for one, am glad to be looking at it in
my rearview mirror.
This evening I’m clearing the decks for 2022 with my usual ritual
of burning
El Año Viejo—writing out a list of the pain, sorrow, chagrin, anger,
fear, pain, frustration and other negative things that happened this year…and
then setting it on fire.
The New Year then becomes a tabula rasa upon which I can create
love, kindness, generosity, joy and hope.
So I’m closing out this final Friday with “Auld Lang Syne”. In this case sung by Rod Stewart at Stirling Castle. Because why not?
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