I finish this year feeling... Worse. Like I've be home a weaker version of myself. Like I never recovered the energy I used to have prepandemic, like the things I used to love don't bring me joy anymore. Like I've become more insecure, more eternally worried than ever before. And I'm not sure how to tackle this, because I do not want it.
but on the other hand
I got a bike. I learnt to sew. I learnt a bit of a fighting game. I got back into card games. I got to kiss my wife a lot. I enjoyed a lot of things that just... make me feel at ease. And maybe all I can hope for this year is to do more of that.