Heads up: This is not my usual happy or silly column.
There is certainly nothing that I “gotta love” about 2023 yet. It’s been an awful new year thus far and shows no signs of improving.
I’ll spare you a list of my many grievances in the first 20 days. But I must say, Friday, the 13th of January was absolutely the worst. So far. Talk about unlucky days!
That’s the day I found out my car needs some work that will cost more than $1,000. WHAT? I have no idea how I can pull that out of my hat … or my wallet.
As with medical diagnoses, we find scary or awful, I plan to get a second opinion on my car. But, it’s for sure it needs something. Something expensive. Sigh.
Bad news – and I’ve had a bushel of bad news lately – takes some getting used to. Bad news makes you sick, even if you aren’t actually sick with something. It keeps you awake at night. One must endeavor to “try not to think of it.” Otherwise, one would get no sleep at all.
I have always been rather resourceful about getting around or over obstacles that make up bad news. But, not a single one of my bugaboos this month can be gotten over or around.
I’m sure you’ve been in a similar situation at some time in your life. So, you know what I’m talking about. It’s times like these when you discover the true meaning of depression. And, I am not normally a depressed person. No. I’m actually a fairly happy person, overall. And if I’m not, I know I can usually take a walk in the woods and feel immediately better.
There’s no walk in the woods that will cure my current woes. I find myself trudging along, focused on my problems. And praying about them. Praying has always helped me through trying times. It’s amazing what prayer can accomplish. I just hope it works somehow this time around.
Hope. There’s a keyword. I need to hope. Hope for the best, as they say. I will surely do that, but as they also say, “Wishing and hoping won’t make it so.”
Ah well. I need to try to focus on the things that are good in my life. And, they’re there. Just not nearly so many as there were, say, in December. Things started crashing down for me on Jan. 2. Happy dang New Year.
I sincerely hope your new year is going well, and good things are happening to you. Or, at least, bad, seemingly insurmountable things aren’t unfolding at a rapid pace. Embrace all the good things that might be happening, and thank the heavens for them. Believe me, things could be worse.
Oh, the good times. Maybe they’ll return. Maybe I’ll get my happy back. And, I’ve gotta love that!
