Goodbye 2022
This is my third attempt at writing this post. The first was a little too philosophical, tackling the nature of adult life and how it is a far cry from the childish notions I had about being a “grown up” when I was seven. The second was just a list of the various shit that has gone down in my life over the last twelve months and it felt far too much like whinging. Hopefully this one is more succinct and even handed. 2022 was not a good year, personally speaking. My family and I experienced a lot of health issues and my mother died after a rapid decline. Hence there has been a lot of stress and anxiety which has left me feeling tired and somewhat jaded. Due to the subsequent changes in my personal circumstances, I now find myself at somewhat of a “loose end”. I feel the need to channel my energies into something but I’m not sure exactly what at present.
Do I have any plans for 2023? Not at the moment. I have some administrative chores to deal with regarding my late mother’s estate, but beyond that I don’t have any specific ideas as to how to spend my time over the next twelve months. For the present I am content to just “be” and in the current economic and political climate, long term plans may not be viable. I suspect that nationally and internationally speaking, 2023 is going to be a very challenging year. I am concerned about the cost of living crisis in the UK and the state of domestic politics. It comes as no surprise that the Collins English Dictionary chose “permacrisis” as the word of the year. I suspect that the proverbial chickens (economically and politically speaking) will be coming home to roost this year and if that is the case, the most one can do is to try and weather the storm.
