Welcome 2021!

Okay, I know that nothing major is going to change for a while. possibly a long while. But I firmly believe that attitude is everything. Maybe that's an exaggeration. Maybe it's only 98% of everything. Close enough.

So I'm trying to think of how I can look at this new year with hope and good grace. Because, although I had much to be grateful for last year, the restrictions tended, on occasion, to make me a bit cranky. Occasionally I would exclaim, "If I can't leave this house soon and go somewhere that doesn't feel like it's overrun with germs, I'm going to kick something!" Note that I said something, not someone.

I suppose the fact that it's winter and dark a lot and usually colder than I want to deal with means that I'd be going out less by choice anyway. I'll have to repeat this to myself often, since to my independent mind, having to stay in is very different than choosing to stay in.

After a tumultuous year of family issues overlapping with the pandemic taking up great hunks of my time, I want to do more writing. Now I have the time that I would spend on  my social life. I can't say I'm thrilled with that trade-off--it's been a long time since I've had a good face-to-face, heart-to-heart talk with a friend. No, wait. That's focusing on the wrong thing. Time to write ... Yay!

The weather forecast for my part of the country calls for cold weather, but not a lot of snow. This means that when I do need to go out it will be simpler and safer. Plus, I've found that the blue masks that are now available for purchase are more comfortable than the ones I sewed with such difficulty. No blood involved, but definitely sweat and tears. Lots of tears. And occasional swearing.

This seems to be as far as I can adjust my attitude right now.

But I'll get the hang of it eventually.

No. Think good attitude. Soon. I'll get the hang of it soon.