2021 was kind of almost like 2020, but I really believe that it was better. Fortunately, nobody in my family and circle of friends suffered at least from covid. Outside of the childcare, job, pressures, media, misinformation. Have we gotten to the bottom yet? There are hopes like an invitation to Bali, in-person writing workshops, and everything else?

There were the years 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020.

May 2022 be better. And just 2020 TOO?

January

A new beginning, I thought

February

May the tables turn

March

I didn’t know that I had to question my identity

April

This is hope, I think?

May

This is what I would have wanted

June

What we thought was the beginning of a normal

July

Creativity is my strength

August

Manifesting my vision (photo credit: wildaboutyouphotography)

September

Projecting beauty and demanding satire

October

It kept growing

November

(Making) bread gives me life

December

Slather the joy on top