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Up in the canyons.
In thinking about it - this hasn't been a bad year. Not wholly, not completely. It never is, in totality. I wouldn't necessarily have the impulse to say it was a good year. It's not in my nature, and it had moments which knocked me on my ass and kicked me when I was down, as always happens. Things like family drama, family illnesses, personal injuries, emotional wounds. Stuff that goes beyond "not making a whole lot of progress to secure long-term employment" and "not writing as much as would be satisfying."
And still. I was taking stock, looking back, and thinking that 2022 was simultaneously wonderful. Genuinely wonderful. Voxtrot got back together, and while I couldn't attend their tour, they also released new songs, which was nothing short of miraculous. There was a new Jackass movie, and that old love roared back to life like it'd never left, bringing me back in touch with old friends I'd missed and helping me find new friends I didn't realized I'd known for ages, as happens sometimes in fandom - you're circling around each other around and around and then you both collide, sending out sparks that light your fires. I did get around to doing some writing, figuring out what I wanted to say in an original project and how I wanted to say it, which is usually the bigger struggle. I picked up some old ideas I'd put down a long time ago and this time around, I don't think I'm putting them down.
I went back to California after twelve years. If the exact amount of time was 11 years, 9 months, and 22 days, I might as well round up and say twelve years.
It's been a good year. I don't know how good. And as ever, all I can do is hope that this coming year will be better than the last.