[as if you aren't seeing enough of those] Looking back today, I see 2022 as one of my most challenging years, and not one of my happiest. The unintelligence and unkindness of the world at large continues to reach new depths, and there's little to give me hope for better in the new year. I face ongoing health problems at a higher intensity than any other year in this century. My creativity is at something of an ebb — most notably, 2022 was the first year in the past five that I didn't write at least one novel. I've pulled back from social media, no longer posting things I used to share regularly. For me, it was basically a year of hunkering down and huddling up.
But, believe it or not, I'm here now looking for some positives to focus on, and here are a few:
- My love for being retired remains undiminished. I've never once regretted making this move.
- I managed to hit my weekly deadline for posting my comic strip without a single miss all year. I can't help feeling that this matters to me more than it should — certainly more than it matters to anyone else. But it's like a vestige of professional pride, I guess.
- When I did manage to work on my art, I learned and grew to at least some small extent. There were ventures into new techniques and media, including one of my fave pieces of beginner's luck.
I feel like covid has taught me to not have expectations of what an upcoming year might bring, and not make plans. So, while I realize that such prognostications for 2023 are more or less expected at this time of year, I am going to demur, thank you.