Happy New Year 2022

Well, today was the first day of the new year, 2022! What did I do with my day? I slept! All frickin’ day. Now I will be up all night!

What do we get so excited for over the beginning of a new year? I really don’t get it. It is just another day honestly. Even though I remember nothing about 2019 I know it happened. Another day/year another dollar or two and a lot of bills. 2020 on the other hand sucked big time. You know, the pandemic “started”. It started for America that is.

2021, more pandemic but less people running around wearing masks and people began to get their Covid shots. I got my 2. Yesterday was just December 31st and I can’t remember much else about the year. Oh! The company I work for got sold to a large brokerage in California in August. Hmmm, what else? OH! My younger sister moved out of my house and quit speaking to me again, not unusual for us. We have a love hate relationship. Harley turned 9, she’s one of our dogs. Dexter, the other dog, turned 11.

See nothing to get that excited over. In 2022 I believe we will have the same old same old of the pandemic. This is going to be an ongoing battle for the world. I don’t things will ever get back to what everyone calls normal. Even though I am not much of a social butterfly I do like talking to people. Getting to know them. One on one though, not much of a “group” person. When I was younger I’d say “I hate people” because I trusted blindly and I always got hurt but friends and guys. If Lee and I hadn’t gotten married I think he would have been my last attempt at a relationship. I trust blindly and hurt tremendously. Lee says I have a very giving heart. And that is where I go wrong, every time. Why you ask? Because I give so much and then I expect the same in return. Maybe that is wrong of me to expect the same. I don’t know.

When Facebook first started I joined just like everyone else who was sick of MySpace. About 6 months after I joined one of my friends from ELEMENTARY school friended me and sent me a message one day. He told me a story. Apparently the first day of first grade after school we were all looking to see where our moms were in the car line to pick us up. This one kid I recognized from my class was standing there crying (my friend) because he was scared, he could find his mom. I walked over and put my arm around him, he said, and asked him what was wrong. He told me and I told him not to worry that we would find his mom. He and I then started walking down the block of cars until we found his mom. He thanked be and got in the car. When I first started reading the story I didn’t remember the situation but then it all came back to me because after I left him with his mom I remembered walk to my mom’s car and she asked me why I was with that boy. I told her what had happened and I remember her saying “your kind heart is going to get you hurt”. My mom was always straight to the point, never gentle. I think it was her who hurt my heart more than anyone else in my life.

I know my mom loved me. I just don’t think she liked me very much. That’s ok though. The feeling was mutual. Maybe she didn’t like the way I loved, or loved to give. Maybe she didn’t like that I was just like her and my dad, honest to a fault and not always gentle about it. I don’t know.

2022. Will just have to wait and see what happens during this year. At least this year I will have this journal to look back on. Question! Do you prefer “journal” or “diary”? Is there really any difference?



jour·​nal | \ ˈjər-nᵊl  \

Definition of journal

 (Entry 1 of 2)1a: a daily newspaper —usually used in titlesThe Wall Street Journal
b: a periodical dealing especially with matters of current interestan academic journal—often used in titlesThe Journal of the American Medical Association
2a: a record of experiences, ideas, or reflections kept regularly for private use DIARY
b: a record of current transactionsespeciallya book of original entry in double-entry bookkeeping
c: an account of day-to-day events
d: a record of transactions kept by a deliberative or legislative body
e: LOG sense 3
f: LOG sense 4
3: the part of a rotating shaft, axle, roll, or spindle that turns in a bearing


verb journaledjournalingjournals

Definition of journal (Entry 2 of 2)
transitive + intransitiveto keep a personal journal to enter or record daily thoughts, experiences, etc., in a journal

As a kid, I journaled about everything from boys to bad haircuts.— Redbook

The principal at the school says since students began journaling last year, poor behavior reports have dropped 40 percent.— Stephanie Stahl

The students engaged in several process discussions to reflect on their service-learning projects, and they journaled their reactions.— Roeper Review


Nope! Not according to Meriam Webster Dictionary

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