2021

I pleaded with 2020 to be gentle, to be kind. She had no such thing in mind. I asked nothing of 21. I've tried expectations and now I've tried none. What will become of 2022? You are not me, but I will be you... What's left to expect except the worst? What's more disconcerting; to hope or be cursed?

And there it is gone, my ability to sugar coat crap. And yet this year was not without sweetness. There it is again- Joy in pain.