Thread by @CherryGryffon

2021 has been a lot.
I became a grandma. I got back to writing. I got vaccinated. I bought more books. I wrote some more. I found inspiration and motivation from a place I never expected. I found the drive to seek the things I wanted. I started painting.

But mostly, I found ME

2022 is in my sights, and I'm genuinely excited. I want to find more ways to express myself, and connect who I am, with who I've been. Since my thyroid got the green light this Autumn, I've been facing a dilemma of sorts where I realized my disease had been-

quietly altering my life. Altering my passions, my personality and how I expressed it, even altering the way I looked at things. A disease I didn't realize I had, was changing the things I once was passionate about.

A desire for cityscapes and nightlife became rural solitude.

A passion for art, expression, and exploration became empty means to an end.

A drive to connect with other cultures, immerse in their life, language, and communications became a backward glance and tilt of the head.

2021 brought me the greatest gift, outside of my better health.

It brought me back myself. My overwhelming passion, creative drive, and workout motivation. It brought me back my deeply engrained love affair with music as a language of expression.

I made friends this year that are deeply rooted within my heart already, for which I can never express enough gratitude.

I can't wait to start this next year with all the colour that's around me now.