Wow. Blink and you miss it. Seems like only yesterday we were celebrating the last normal holiday season before the COVID plague hit. And that was three entire years ago.
"Time keeps on slipping into the future..."
This past year was a frustrating one, in too many ways. For me, it was that so much corruption has become obvious in our society and government. I used to believe that we could do something to change that. That all it would take is to gain enough momentum and we could overcome the powers that be.
But as I've grown older the less that I see that happening. People see the corruption and how pervasive it has become - and I'm looking you especially FBI and Department of Justice - that they simply give up trying.
Between that and our "elected leaders" spending money that was never really there, and obscenities like "transgender", and our schools and libraries becoming places of indoctrinating young minds with liberal bullcrap, and too much else, well...
It's going to take a hard fall for this country to come to its senses. And when it does the really normal people had better be prepare to take up arms against those who brought us to this condition. Liberalism has been tried and failed. We can no longer afford give it any new chance of proving itself.
That's how I've come to look at things on the macro scale, more or less.
On a more personal level, I think this was an okay year. Not overwhelmingly "great" but it's been far from the disaster that many years I've lived through have been. And I think it could be argued that I made some astounding gains in my life this past 364 days. My bipolar disorder has become much more manageable, to a degree I had never thought possible. It's taken almost two decades to bring it under this much a modicum of control but at last it's not completely crushing my life. That is a massive achievement. One that I have to credit friends, counselors, and God toward helping me reach this place.
I became a writer at a highly respected website. And I changed careers, to one that is paying much more while also giving me more time to address things that matter to me. Although I would like to get back into the healthcare field. That was a very rewarding experience, getting the chance to make others' lives better every day.
Speaking of writing, I was able to find "my muse" again. Whether it was manic depression or the medications I take to control that, my ability to write had been robbed from me for a very long time. I'm now finally making an earnest attempt at writing the book that Dad and many others have said I should compose. Maybe there will be a finished first draft by the end of spring, if not sooner.
I suppose that 2022 was a year, no more and no less. One has to accept it, good and bad alike. But it most certainly could be said that it was a far improvement over what most of the past three years have been like.
Excelsior to 2023!
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