Goodbye 2021
Another year went by where we’re indebted to Covid for giving us another outlook on life. I went to Solvang twice in the span of a short time. I had a newfound appreciation for indoor house plants.
In the beginning of the year, my dog had Pancreatitis, which gave me a harsh reality check that this was a time capsule that embodied everything I’ve been through--the loss of my mother, my assault, the drive-by shooting, the multiple heartbreaks, the lawsuits--but it also embodied milestones like getting paid for writing; getting an actual 12-month job with a salary and insurance; buying a house by myself; and finding love.
Eventually, he got better, but it made me not take him for granted and to spend more time with him now that he’s getting older. In March, I went to Carmel for the Lily of the Valley and it was such a beautiful contrast to all the pandemic restrictions we had been going through.
Fast forward to April when I lost my hearing on my left ear after getting the vaccine in March, and I really realized who was there for me and who was not, because although months have past, I still have to deal with not forgetting the vertigo that caused me to fear sleep on one side; buying a pillow in order for me to be propped up with my bad ear facing up; going to multiple doctor appointments only to have sympathy but no answers; resorting to different ways to get ear wax out because, just maybe, there was a natural cause to this or heck, I’m just getting old.
In June, I finally bit the bullet and adopted a new dog, a senior, something I wanted to do for some time. It took some time, and she has grown into the sassiest dog opposite my dog.
In August, I was able to snag the infamous 12-foot skeleton from Home Depot and it has been a crazy ride changing her outfits.
In September, it was my 33rd birthday and I went to Disneyland, and it didn’t go as planned.
In October, my skeleton fell.
In November, I went to the Grand California Hotel in Disneyland and I had a do-over with the all you can eat buffet and it was grand to say the least.
Just when things can’t get anymore wild, in December, I took in my boyfriend’s dog because his condo can’t keep him, and it hasn’t been the easiest, but it isn’t the most difficult challenge I’ve tackled.
My goals for 2022 is to speak up even if I already do and not allow things to spiral, and just get back to my normal eating habits before the pandemic.