It gave mixed feeling to describe this year. Incredible with some anxieties along the journey. Guilty yet absolutely grateful.
For the first time in three years, we don’t move place and renew the rent contract for another year. It’s nice skipping boxes and luggages after three years in a row dealing with those. The current place felt so much like home.
The greatest blessing for this year comes from something that often we take for granted, yet priceless and nothing more important than that.
Everyone is being healthy all through the year, despite facing two periods where the doctor had to deal with extremely high tension Covid situation in the hospital. It was nothing but Allah’s protection.
This year also came with some huge bonuses, like doing glamping and hiking for the first time and obtain such result on the little girl’s first international exam.
A huge milestone was celebrated this year. As huge as safely passed the first seven years. The last month of the year also marked the ninth year of surviving marriage life. Definitely not a walk in the park, yet many things to be grateful for.
This year seemed running smoothly until it dropped a small bomb on these last days. Currently dealing with some headaches regarding little things in the bussiness we run.
It’s always little things that make us slip and the price of ignoring little things has always been bigger than we can afford. It costs the peace of mind.
But, isn’t life always a trip with twists?
Most of the months we won.
These few last days, I learned.
Most periods I felt like a genius.
These few last days felt like an idiot.
One of my favorite quotes from The Man Who Dies to Live :
Life is like weather. Clear days and dark clouds are for everyone. That’s nothing much that will kill you.
Hope so. Yet, it is totally different feeling between saying this during sunny days with smiling face and whole-heartedly spelling this with heavy breathing during dark sky.
May we have all the strength and the resiliency to face everything that 2022 brings.
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