For the next month, for the coming first month of the new year, the theme will be…normalcy. Something as simple, “Can we go outside yet?”
From this question, this theme, next month will be a mix of joy, sadness, realization and a new maturity I have gotten or gained from this experience. A record, of sorts.
I believe there is a lesson to be learned in all of this, I’m sure–and I am not quite sure what they are at this point.
I know that I am a different woman than I was 2 almost 3 years ago. The world is different than it was 2 to 3 years ago.
From that, I still have this faith that everything will work out, and will be alright. But not quite sure when. So, when I was a little girl, I defer to more knowledgeable people, or people in my same situation for validation: “Can we go outside yet?”
From that place, I suppose you can translate it as, “Am I the only one going through this?” Nah, fam.
From where I sit? I answer that three ways: (1)You’re not alone, (2) you are seen and (3) it ain’t just you.
Here is to 2022…