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There's something refreshing and new about 2022. I'm not sure what it is. There's a lightness in my being that I've not felt in a long time. Perhaps I just needed that much rest, that much nothing. Maybe the company of old friends by the fire with days of no reception or technology unlocked the dark dungeon in which I had put my shining self away. Could there be a certain length of time that allows me to get to empty so I may fill my cup again? I had overflowed, overwhelmed. I had poured over, helpless on my side, wondering when I'd ever get back up. I was depleted and frail.

But something, somehow, brought me back to standing. Empty. Upright. Ready to be filled again.