Last day of the year

&:11am, lying in bed, apartment, Chandler, Arizona, December 31, 2021, New Year’s Eve. It was raining when the dog and I left for our walk so we spent the morning watching television and working out. It is New Year’s Eve, the last day of the year. I feel anxious and trapped. What is going to happen in 2022? So much energy was expended getting through this year but nothing really changed. I will go to work on Monday as usual. The calendar will say a new month, a new year, but does it matter? My wife negotiated a better position and salary with her organization. “One more year,” she said. Then what? Do the years keep piling up? Do we endure this year so we can get to the next and be thankful we survived? Do we look back and appreciate the journey or do we mourn a time lost forever? We are getting older, eventually the years will pass and we will no longer exist. How do we make the most of the time we have left?