If you’re like me, December came as a surprise. One second it was Halloween, the next it’s past time to set up the tree.
I know that as you get older, time seems to pass more quickly, but this is crazy. I do have a theory: As bad as 2020 was, 2021 was no better. Covid 2.0 has, much to the surprise of many, been worse than the first. More people are dying, fewer people are taking precautions. Nationally and internationally, t’s been another raging dumpster fire in many ways. So what can we do?
We can have hope. We can have wishes.
Hope for all people, far and wide, to have what we need to have a basic quality of life: food, clean water, shelter, access to medical care. Hope that we get a reasonable handle on our environmental crisis—not for us, but for those who will come behind us. Hope that we recognize that our differences make us stronger, not weaker. Hope that rights for all are recognized, validated and upheld—For men, women, straight , gay, cis-gender or transgender, young and old, no matter race, religion or ethnicity.
Of course, hope requires effort. Let’s do the work. My wish for each of us is that we have the vision and energy we need.
Onward to 2022.
