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It Was The Best of Times, It Was The Worst of Times
2022 was a helluva year
Yes, 2022 was a helluva year for me. It was filled with joy and sadness. Between those two, there was a lot of living done, and I did it as best as possible. It was a year of self-discovery and a lot of writing, more so than I ever imagined.
It started a bit early last year in November with the sudden death of my father. He kicked off a die-off on his side of the family with two of his siblings following him into death and his brother-in-law throughout 2022. Where there were nine, only two remain from my father’s family.
Despite all this sadness and grief, there were some bright spots this year. One bright spot was traveling back to the southwest, only this time with my family in tow. We had a wonderful time visiting many National Parks and roaming through canyons and mountains. We even soaked in Colorado hot springs, which made my partner happy.
I managed to read a few books this year, rereading Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky. I read that book when I was 23 years old on a plane ride to and from Albuquerque. I thought the main character was such a badass back then. Now, with older eyes, I find the book to be complex and sublime all at once. It makes me want to read some older books in my library collection again.
