2019 was a bad year in many ways. My father, who had been suffering from a chronic illness for years, grew progressively worse. He passed away in March. The aftermath was not easy for my extended family and me, but we muddled through as best we could. There were milestones, of course (graduations, birthdays). Firsts (first Mother's Day and Father's Day without him, and so on) to be traversed with loving care, as phone calls were made to my mother. Weeks passed. Months.
I did some traveling, attending a friend's wedding and other events in the spring. By the autumn, when I left for a long stretch (a month in Europe, then another ten days on a transatlantic crossing), I had lost some weight, but I was in a bit of a fog about so many things. I got home with a bit of a cold, which turned into a persistent cough. The cough did not get better. It turned into pneumonia, which landed me in the ER. That got me hospitalized for a week. It was a terrible way to end the year.
It is now time to press the re-set button. To prioritize myself again. No matter how I look at it, I was focused on everything but me last year. I had to be. Now, I need to focus on myself again. Do my JC. Start physical therapy. Meditate. Little things. We'll see.