Hopes for 2025
I've had a few bits of good news recently…my company grew a bit this years after 4 years at more or less the same level,for example.
And it appears the financial drain of divorce lawyers is coming to an end. Without the legal bills, I'm closer to break even, though I'm 70 and I need to keep working to pay my other bills. Making progress though.
Maybe my old empty home in NY will sell soon…there seems to be a bit more activity…and I can finally breakaway from my sad past there.
Meanwhile, it's difficult to assess, but it feels like my energy is becoming more positive with the higher dose of anti-depressants. It feels less forced to laugh sometimes. Talking to others feels easier…
I've fixed a few things around my house, have some thriving house plants, and enjoy sitting by my wood stove with the cats more. I've bought a few things for myself, taken care of what I have, and appreciated little things… a new pepper grinder is really fun for cooking, etc. little nice stuff.
I'm slowly regaining the ability to focus on projects. I helped a friend fix a plumbing leak last week. It took 4 hours and some scraped knuckles but I didn't give up. I'm not much of a plumber!
I think I've accepted that I cannot change the sickness represented by Trump and that it's neither my fault nor my responsibility. This country was broken long before these circus clowns, and it's time to tear the place down. The fact that I don't have a single point of agreement with these violent gangsters on which part of the wreck should be destroyed first is beyond my control.
Maybe 2025 will be a happier year for me, alone in an environment of acceptance. I am learning to enjoy the time alone, improving my space here in the mountains. Maybe I can make some good decisions for myself this year, and recall what optimism for the new day feels like? We'll see. Wouldn't that feeling be nice!
And it appears the financial drain of divorce lawyers is coming to an end. Without the legal bills, I'm closer to break even, though I'm 70 and I need to keep working to pay my other bills. Making progress though.
Maybe my old empty home in NY will sell soon…there seems to be a bit more activity…and I can finally breakaway from my sad past there.
Meanwhile, it's difficult to assess, but it feels like my energy is becoming more positive with the higher dose of anti-depressants. It feels less forced to laugh sometimes. Talking to others feels easier…
I've fixed a few things around my house, have some thriving house plants, and enjoy sitting by my wood stove with the cats more. I've bought a few things for myself, taken care of what I have, and appreciated little things… a new pepper grinder is really fun for cooking, etc. little nice stuff.
I'm slowly regaining the ability to focus on projects. I helped a friend fix a plumbing leak last week. It took 4 hours and some scraped knuckles but I didn't give up. I'm not much of a plumber!
I think I've accepted that I cannot change the sickness represented by Trump and that it's neither my fault nor my responsibility. This country was broken long before these circus clowns, and it's time to tear the place down. The fact that I don't have a single point of agreement with these violent gangsters on which part of the wreck should be destroyed first is beyond my control.
Maybe 2025 will be a happier year for me, alone in an environment of acceptance. I am learning to enjoy the time alone, improving my space here in the mountains. Maybe I can make some good decisions for myself this year, and recall what optimism for the new day feels like? We'll see. Wouldn't that feeling be nice!
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