So, it is now 2022. Wow.

The first significant thing of the year is that the glass canister that holds my kitchen utensils broke this morning. The bottom simply fell off. It’s okay. I’ve used it for 20 years or so, so I suppose it was time. So now, all my spatulas, spoons, strainers, and assorted other things are now in the sink to be washed, the glass canister safely taped into a box for the trash, and I must look around to find some other container for storing my kitchen things. I did like it, but I’m not emotionally attached to it, so it’s okay.

In recent months there have been quite a few ‘triggers’ for me, bringing up specific incidents of my early childhood, shedding a little light onto why I am as I am. I’m not going to rehash it all here — everyone knows my childhood was fucked up in many ways, and we’ll just leave it at that for now.

I’m not planning to dye more yarn until Wednesday or Thursday, so I have a few days to just ponder things that I’d like to change in my life. It seems customary to make new plans for a new year, but really, it is just another day in a long string of days. There is no intrinsic meaning or significance attached to the turning of the calendar, other than the meaning individuals might give it.

One thing that started when I was officially diagnosed with Type II Diabetes is that I kept a daily log. At first I used a standard composition book, and then last year I got a hardback Daily Reminder type calendar book. In it I kept my significant information — hours slept in the night, blood pressure readings, glucose readings, what I ate, medications taken, etc. I haven’t been doing the blood pressure much, since it was always well within normal range. And I stopped recording my time sleeping since it seems that most of the time I wake up between 3:00 and 4:00 in the morning. Not much point recording things that don’t change much. I get five or six hours of sleep at night, and often a nap or two during the day. That’s just the way it is.

But the significant thing is that keeping the daily log is something I did every single day. And that tells me that I can do something, a little bit each day, and end up with a tangible thing at the end of a year. Well, actually two years. I have wanted to write a book or do some other project, and I’ve always put it off because “oh my god, it would take forever!” But now that the habit of keeping a medical diary is fairly ingrained, I can develop other long-term habits as well. That gives me hope for undertaking other projects.

I have no clue what 2022 will bring, or what I might bring to 2022. But I look forward with hope for good things.