Ring out, wild…

 (Referencing the New Year’s poem, Ring Out, Wild Bells)

Honestly I don’t know what to feel at the end of this one. Relief? Frustration? I’m not going to say “hope” because currently my suspicious nature is in overdrive, and based on what news I am seeing, January and into February are going to be bad… and of course, I have all the house-stuff to contend with along with starting a new semester.

I remember looking forward to a new year, thinking good things would happen. Sadly, these past couple of years have made me a lot warier. Though maybe, by like June of this coming year? I will have my kitchen all updated, and a new roof and siding, and a few other repairs I put off for too long, and after some decluttering things will seem better. 

Maybe the lesson from all this is that I can’t control the outside world in any way, but I can control some small things? One of the frustrations for me these past few years is the realization of how little control over things I really do have.