Lists are what keep me whole all year round. A jar full of happiness, chalk board of errands and phone notes, reminding me I need bleach.
In 2022, what will I keep? What gets discarded, what shall I burn? No, actually letβs stick with discard. Iβve always been afraid of fire; Iβm a water sign.
Keep: Humour, for sanity A helping hand, good karma Animals and plenty of them Mum, my arch and armour Hope Tea Books in the bath The friends who ask me how I am when Iβve forgotten to ask myself.
Discard: Quite possibly, everything else.
Or, realistically, maybe the lies. Just the ones about my feelings.