Goodbye 2021.

2021… it did not go quietly. It did not slip gracefully into the night; it screamed and kicked and fought and dug its claws in, right up until its final hours.

I wish I could say that New Year's Eve felt joyful and hopeful to me; that the moment the calendar flipped brought with it a sense of relief, peace, but it didn’t. I felt heavy with dread for what might come next; I wondered if I could take another year of the 20s. Then something amazing happened, something I wasn't expecting - my first day of 2022 was good.

A good day. That’s all we can ask for, really, and maybe that’s enough…

All we can do right now, all we need to do, is to take it one day at a time.

On good days, let ourselves absorb every ounce of sustaining joy, and even on the bad days, find the good moments hidden within. There’s always at least one, even if it’s fleeting or seemingly insignificant and hard to find, we’ve just got to look for it. The more we look for the good, the easier it will be to find it.

This is the vow I’m making to myself for 2022, the intention I’ll carry with me through whatever comes next: I will just take it one day at a time and try my hardest - as if my life depends on it - to find the good.

2021 was relentless, but so am I.