If I had to personify 2024, I’d say it was the bully who stuffed me in a trashcan and rolled me down a flight of stairs.
It did not go gentle into that good night. Rehab and surgeries aside, the last week of the year was a window of time that I had to fight tooth and nail in order not to backslide into depression and feelings of failure and hopelessness.
Rather than a long, drawn out story about what happened, I’ll simplify how the final week of 2024 went for me.
- Discovered catastrophic water leak in roof over back room.
- Had to get tarp placed over damaged section until contractors can repair it.
- Tarp snapped off during wind storm. Water damage continued.
- Tarp re-secured, but snapped again due to weather conditions.
- Tarp secured once again. Still holding.
- Bought a newer vehicle to replace one of the two very high mileage cars we own.
- Sold older vehicle that had been reliable, but quirky.
- Within 24 hours of selling older reliable car, newer car had trouble.
- Girl’s car battery died a day after new car broke.
- I lost my balance and ran a rusty nail 6″ down my leg and over my knee. Not deep enough for stitches, but a trip to the ER was required. Steri-strips and medical glue now hold it closed (still leaks blood)
It’s taken everything I have to keep my head out of the depression abyss. I need to find better answers in 2025. What I’m doing now keeps me alive, but not living… and merely existing is not a life. It’s just survival. And I find there’s nothing rewarding in that existence.
Off The Rails 