New Year Old Stuff

I rang in 2025 with a high fever. There was no celebration, no sparkling drink of any sort (I could barely choke down water), and definitely no resolutions on my mind. Honestly, I felt like it was a fitting way to end one of the most tumultuous years of my entire life. But I hated that I was bringing it into what I felt could be the start of a new beginning. Why couldn't I just have a clean break? I felt haunted. Like I couldn't escape my year of  sickness and being reduced down to just a basic human body form on the planet. 

Now I am sitting here, a mere day out of a round of antibiotics that I hate to advocate for an infection that was getting worse by the day. New Year, Old Stuff. 

I am starting to feel better now, and have begun resuming my normal activities, which recently include house hunting. After multiple years of dealing with sickness and reduced abilities, we realized life out in the country was just not going to be sustainable for us. We are not homesteaders. We aren't preppers. We NEED community and all the social lifelines that an increasing number of people are scoffing at.  

Ever the optimist, I'm choosing to see the start of this year as a blessing. A blessing that I wasn't able to start my year with some arbitrary goal, and rather, just the ability to continue going. That's what 2024 gave me. I get another chance to do what I want again. 

So bring on the Old Stuff. The old movies, old friends, old dreams.