Proclamations & Confessions

I was all set to rant about how 2021 is going to be as crappy as 2020, but I had a realization: I'm an idiot.

So January has been a bit of a shit storm, big deal. No one in my tiny circle has died and it doesn't look like anyone is going to die soon, so really, what is my complaint?
Do I have food to eat? Do I have a roof over my head? I've gone without both of those before, so I'm grateful to answer yes to both questions. I don't think you can get any more basic.
Moving up a notch, I ask myself- Does your husband have a job? Do you have transportation? Do you have clothes to keep you warm? Are your children healthy and safe? Again, I'm thankful to answer yes to all.

So why was I all fired up to list the ways the year is screwing me? Good question. Maybe I'm negative by nature. (That's what my mom says. I say I'm a realist.) Maybe it's just become a habit. It seems like many of us are quick to compare our woes like some twisted competition to see who has it worst. (And that's what I say about my mother.) I'm well aware that I often use this blog to bitch and moan. That's my choice. It feels good to pound out my frustrations on this keyboard and see the words on the screen. Then I close the laptop and walk away, leaving behind those feelings of anger or resentment. The feeling of abandoning that unwanted luggage is priceless to me.

I suppose I've found a good goal for this year. Not to let the tragedies of 2020 poison my outlook of 2021. It only took me all of January to find it.