A new year, new beginnings. A fresh start. The boys had never heard of new year’s resolutions before. I suppose we never taught them the concept, until the end of 2022. It might have been on New Year’s Eve itself.

I’m not sure if I will make new year’s resolutions this year. I’ve always been mixed about making them, and also mixed about completing them. But maybe I shall.

One thing I resolve to do though, is to “take a snapshot” of life every day every day for the rest of the calendar year. It could be a full entry, random notes on thoughts, a quote, a song, a photo… It could be here, or in my other secret space(s), or FB (Meta!) or Instagram (?? Ha!).

A friend of mine posted a photo a day on FB when she went through this process. In fact, I didn’t notice it (not really a FB person – it was the Boy who mentioned), and I didn’t know she was going through the process until she got out at the other end. Although we suspected.

So I’m going to “take a snapshot” every day. And some days it might be a shitty little shortcut like a photo of my coffee maybe, if I’m under water. Or some micro and random observation that just strikes me and I can quickly jot down (not necessarily the most important. I don’t need to be a deep and profound philosopher all the time. I can just be myself.)

But I just don’t want to lose time, like I often do during dark and difficult times, e.g. over the past few years. But one day… maybe far into the future, maybe sooner… when I get to the other side of the tunnel, I’ll be able to look back on these snapshots, and remember this transition year. (Over Christmas, I dug up and read my old blogs… and it was… kind of interesting… some of it amusing…).

I live, or I die. But I can’t be the living dead. And if I don’t remember things in hazy and foggy times. It’s like I might as well not have lived at all. And I have just this one life. I have to make a choice every day. To live, while I’m living.

I am, I am, I am.