Leaving 2021 behind

There's a slight tinge of positivity in the title of this post that I most certainly don't like. 

But here we are, it's 2022. 

I didn't write much here most of 2021. Normally, I'd have something like a year end summary or something. Not this time, I think. 

It sounds a little petty, it sounds a little positive, it sounds a little pathetic. Leaving 2021 behind. With all that it was. It sounds a little hopeful, that leaving 2021 behind, 2022 might just a be little better. 

I think every year, without fail, it seems to be 'the worse' every time. How many 'worst' years have passed by now? Don't count. 

I've got nothing much to say about 2021. The year felt like a filler year. 

I've spent most of 2021 'fixing' myself, or that's what people might want me to believe. But mostly, I spent 2021 doing nothing. No fixing, no healing, no dying, no living, no anything. And I used this thing living in my head as an excuse to be lazy, to be stagnant, to want nothing and justified the wanting nothing. It's easy not to want much, not to feel much. 

Let's leave 2021 behind. 

Goodbye; I love you.