I see and hear many statements from people that the year 2021 was horrible and that the sooner it disappears the better. I understand that it has been a challenge for many, not only because of Covid 19. Just today I learned that the husband of a friend of mine was badly injured in a traffic accident. This is so gruesome.
I travelled safely to Canada’s Pacific coast where I now enjoy the west coast vibes, book stores, libraries, quaint stores and windless days.
Personally I can look back on some positive events: I published two German and two English books in one year. For a slow writer like me, this is huge. So far, both books are well received which motivates me enormously.
I spent an wonderful time in northern Newfoundland where I felt pretty sheltered from the virus. But now, Covid has arrived there, too, with an uncertain outcome. There is only a small hospital in the area, with limited room for patients.
Still, when I look through the photos taken in the last twelve months, I remember happy times and great adventures. This is surely something to be grateful for.
Somewhere I read that happiness is the result of overcoming surmountable obstacles. This seems to be true for me. But what are people supposed to feel who see themselves confronted with obstacles that are not manageable? My heart goes out to them.
I won`t celebrate New Year’s Eve in noisy way. I will read a good book, with a glass of wine and some nice music. I am still optimistic about the coming year. I want to be. And I hope that for you, my dear readers, it will bring a lot of joy and rewards.
