Rambling on about the Year of 2025, the beginning and the ending…

As I meander through the last few days of the year 2025, I am lost in thought of what can best be described as a trudge through a dystopian nightmare. I have been living in a water-free world. My well took a dive on Christmas day, and of course, no one is answering the call I make. The morning after Christmas, Boxing Day… I woke to the constant sound of the fan in my central heat and air unit running… of course. It’s going to be a long weekend, but I have survived hurricane seasons of no power, no water, and no internet. I do have two out of three of these. I am good.

I am so very tired, but “weary” sounds much more appropriate. And yet,  I continue to journey on cause there is no other choice, not for me. This place I find myself in is temporary… This too shall pass. Like a huge kidney stone, maybe, but I will survive. I worked on Christmas Eve and the day after in the pursuit of paying off and doing the things that need to be done and have been overdone. Trying to survive the world that has unfolded before us all this year, full of rising prices, and cost-of-living suffocation has been at times brutal and sobering. Let us not overlook the mental abuse that oozes from the places that once brought us connection, and truth… the real news and conditions of this world. I feel some days like I am wading through the swamp, waist-deep in insanity and surreal happenings.

Yet as I have sat today, waiting for calls that are not coming and wondering about what the next year will bring, I find a quiet and comforting silence in my surroundings. The red birds have visited, and while the skies are gray, the sun’s playing hide and seek, illuminating the view on this abnormally warm day. I have my health, and I have a job that gives me more joy than aggravation, where I get to be among people. I have all I want and more than I need… I’m working on that too. I have a couple of people who inspire and poke me at times to make me wake up and smell the coffee, so to speak. I had a good long talk with my Kid sister earlier. A son who has been searching for someone to restore water here. We will see… I am counting blessings today, trying to overscore the trials and tribulations. It is working… I am breathing deep, smiling even when there is no one to see, and whispering as I write and daydream to God, thanking Him for it all… Troubles and Blessings…

SO Murphy’s Law, “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong,” may be true, it may seem to be what is prevalent in your life… Just don’t forget, while you’re living Murphy’s law, take the time to breathe… and consider the ways that you step over, step around, or forge through those things. Those are the things in life that are most important, even when they just occur and seem effortless at times. They are the Blessings… I am not sure what 2026 will bring, or what new trials and tribulations are in store for us, but I know that I have survived everything that has been thrown at me over the last 67 years, and I am confident that I can make it.  WE WILL MAKE IT. We just have to pay attention, speak up, take a stand, and believe… One of my favorite Simply Southern shirts says BE THE GOOD. I have decided this is my new Mantra for the coming year. #BETHEGOOD Take the time this week to count your blessings as you recount your troubles… Maybe you will see how blessed you are, too.