New Year? Oh, Dear!
Day 2, Year 13 In Glasshalfull
I don’t know about you, but I’m a little fearful these days. Gee, I wonder why? Could it be…
Election results?
Foundation repairs?
Advancing age?
Shark attachment losing its grip?
Threats against Social Security and Medicare?
A dryer that eats clothes?
Unexplained computer crashes?
That tire pressure thingy going off on the car all the time even though the tires are properly aired up?
Credit card hackers?
Final weeks for our 14-year-old Corgi?
Random grass and Chex Mix fires
Upcoming surgery?
You name it!
If 2025 continues as 2024 ended, it’ll take several of my Glasshalfulls to get through. (The written ones, although the liquid kind might work, too.) Which is why I plan to up my Substack output this year. I found from the Covid times, it helps to reach out when days are dark. Sticking together lightens the load.
I know, I know. I’m the infernal optimist you’d like to kick in the teeth sometimes. But, that’s how I’ve survived. If I have hope, I can cope!
Yet, those fingers of fear creep in. It’s probably because I’m used to being in control, taking care of things, getting stuff done. It’s scary having to let go, trust others to do a good job. To be taken care of instead of caring for others.
Still, the one thing that’s carried me through is hope— Hang On, it Passes Eventually!
If we’ve got that, all is well.
To be continued…
Hugs,
Dale