2022 was well not the best, but not the worst. I keep thinking that it’s about all the foundation that I built. But maybe it’s because I have all that good old privilege. At the beginning of the year, I was forced to leave something that I wasn’t happy about. But I found my way through the year. I had not one, but two medical thingies. But I really made it a summer of writing (and BIG travel) and found my way to something else at least that felt worthwhile. I felt like I made bigger steps without forgetting everything that I was and wanted.
There were the years 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021.
And here’s to hoping that I’ll keep up the same momentum.
January
It’s the end, but I can see a new path
February
I’ll write down what I need to know
March
He climbed up, but he couldn’t do much about my struggle
April
Simple pleasures mean hope
May
This is 40 (and achieving)
June
I belong here
July
And they say that I belong…but…
August
Let me tell them about my true self
September
Projecting beauty and demanding satire
October
I remember my past self
November
Do you see me yet?
December
I can be you too