To be the clear – this is a personal review – not one of a national or world. Here I’m looking back retrospectively using health and well-being metrics. In retrospect, 2022 was not a good year.
took a hit this year. Body blows. The HWBI scores how one is doing in six health categories: Physical, Mental, Psychological, Emotional, Social, and Economic. I’ve gone into detail here. My score today is 58, compared to 83 at my peak (a perfect score for me would be 104). However, 58 is still better than at my lowest, 33.
With that in mind, here is a recap of my year.
was good. I’m making “good use of the time.” So she says.
I had 25 sessions at a cost of $3,500. Maybe that’s comparable to what one would pay for health insurance? But, I trust her. The highlight was a homework assignment she suggested: to explore “My People” via any means at my disposal. I made a collage of pictures and cards.
Then I wrote an essay going into some detail. Try that. Twenty-five sessions is down from a high of forty-six.
was okay. I walked 260 days (out of 365) for about a total of 780 miles. I no longer hike in the high country.
Happy Hour Friday
was near perfect. My long time best buddy in SoCal and I made 50 out of 52.
consumed remained manageable. I drank 35, 1.75 liter jugs. That is 2,065 ounces, or 16 gallons; at a cost of $1,045. I quit drinking beer. That might seem like a lot, but I drank some 200 gallons of water. Add to that the fact I drunk zero, zero, soda. My liquor consumption, overall, is down 50% from fifteen years ago. I think that’s pretty good.
things were not so good. My rent increased by 12%, or $200 per month. The cost of everything went up. Gasoline, food, and energy.
However I don’t consume much. In other words, I have a small footprint so that didn’t hurt too much.
I had zero book sales. [To all my liberal and conservative friends, family, students, and readers – thanks for that. Thanks for your support. Yeah.]
Moreover my stock portfolio took a major hit.
Reading and Writing
was down. My eyes? Well to read I have to close my left; and now I have to use a magnifying glass. Therefore, I read only seven books. Three were re-reads. All seven were connected to interests other than mere pleasure. They were related to either therapy, friendship, or history.
Writing was in three areas: My Morning Pages journal, 1,318 pages; Therapy, 80 pages; and my WordPress Great Debate blog, 32 posts. WordPress posts were down from a high of seventy-four, or 57 percent. However, that’s part of my treatment plan. 🙂
was, well entertaining. It was all home-based: Movies and TV shows on Netflix, Amazon Prime, and YouTube. Two, of many, standout movies were Top Gun Maverick and Fury. Netflix does a good job with its “recommended” algorithm. I found Outlander and The Last Kingdom fantastic. Both are based on historical fiction books.
The Denver Broncos and Nuggets also disappointed. However, I became a fan of hockey for the first time, thanks to my SoCal buddy. And, the Colorado Avalanche won the Stanley Cup!
was, as always, satisfying. Each year I create a new playlist on Spotify. I’ve been doing this for ten years running. This year’s list, 62 songs, was titled “THE NAKED CAFE”.
The songs I choose are always related to, or sparked by, some other event or experience. Sixty-two songs is down from a high of 2015’s, “WORLD CAFE”, 257.
The NAKED CAFE begins with Jewel’s Who will save your soul, sparked by a therapy session. I found it on YouTube, a live performance from TRAINWRECK: Woodstock 99, a Netflix documentary. I think it might be the sexiest female performance ever! The playlist ends with the theme from the movie The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Fitting, don’t you think?
In this, the AGE OF SURVEILLANCE, and CHOKEPOINT CAPITALISM, it’s not surprising that a few entitled performers, yes you, Neil Young and Joni Mitchell, would quit the platform. They did so under the guise of protest for the greater good. However, I think it was because they were scared of getting COVID, among other selfish motives. It’s a story worthy of a blog post – of which I did write.
have become a favorite pastime of mine. Check these out:
- Emmie – a twenty-something Canadian book tuber.
- Kristin – a just-turned thirty Australian who vlogs about the MBTI personality profiles. She does so with humorous skits.
- Katie Morton – a thirty-something, LMFT who shares and bears her own neurosis for all to see.
- Krystal Ball – a just-turned forty, progressive, political pundit. I liken her to Wendy, of PETER PAN fame.
- Becca – a twenty-something “through-hiker”, who chronicled her 2,000-mile hike on the Continental Divide Trail.
- Emerald – a teenager. My favorite, who vlogs daily about her family’s logging and lumber business.
What these girls have in common is they are all attractive, smart, articulate, and introverted neurotics. Youtube and the latest technology, has given them a platform to engage the world and make a living.
For me, this is a good thing. I can sit in the comfort of home, with or without whiskey, and engage with my favorite activities: reading, personality, politics, hiking, and all things related to trees and wood. In addition, with Youtube’s algorithms and the above mentioned capitalism, I get turned on to many more interesting people and the things I like.
2022 – the good, the bad, and the ugly. Ha!
I had to close. But, I reopened it, temporarily, because of the recent snow and cold snap. The Maggie Cafe is also a playlist I made, 2020, with 116 songs. It features many tunes about birds. You might be surprised, there are a lot!
or should I say climate change? It was mostly a mild year. Here on the north east plains’ of Colorado. However, there were 47 days with precipitation, or 38% of the calendar year. Used to be Colorado boasted of over 300 days of sunshine a year. That’d be 82%. I guess it all depends on how you measure things?
There were no super storms. Except maybe that rainstorm that flooded Big Dry Creek. That was strange. I think it was more about people not knowing what they’re doing rather than a super storm.
Conditions determine if I go out for a walk, or not. Strong wind keeps me inside, as will extreme temperature. By that metric Colorado’s weather is “fair” 71% of the days. That’s pretty good, yes?
as, I suppose, it always has. Or fear of it; and because death is real and certain. We are all creeping towards oblivion. This year past was marked by death. Two of my oldest and dearest friends died, from health complications. Or maybe they’d just had enough? My step-daughter’s best friend was murdered, by her boy friend. Another old, dear friend’s step-daughter shot and killed herself.
My brother nearly died, twice! Once, at the beginning of the year; and again just this December. He contracted the COVID in December of 2020. Jack tells his story here. The good news? he didn’t.
The January episode turned into a fun road trip and a wedding. That was crazy!
Most of the year I’ve been dealing with feelings of powerlessness and paralysis leading to a fugue of pointlessness. There is not much I can do about any of this shit (storm.) Psych-girl suggests I lower my expectations, self-censor some, don’t over-think or over-correct. And, “Don’t drink too much.” That, of course, she says is up to me.
In retrospect, I suspect it’s all fairly typical. I’m contracting. Most of my life I’d been expanding and now it’s time to reel it in. “Better to burn out than to fade away”? I’m not so sure about that, Mr. Young.
How was your year? Are you expanding or contracting?