2025: A Year of Waiting
Jan. 4th, 2026 08:25 amOne aspect of New Year celebrations, both secular and religious, is reflecting upon the year past. For several years now I've shared my annual retrospective on my blog. It's time to do that with my retrospective on 2025. As usual I've spent a few days composing my thoughts for this retrospective. That's why I'm posting it now, on January 4, instead of at 12:17am on the 1st. 😅
One of the things I've pondered over the past few days is what's an appropriate title for 2025. A few years ago I looked back at the malaise that hung over 2023 like a cloud of impending doom that shrouded all the good things that happened; I called it 2023: The Year that Was. When 2024 continued that trend as another year of constant worry that a downtown that never actually came was always only a few months away I titled it 2024: Another Year that Was.
I considered using the same moniker again for 2025— because it feels like it was another "Meh" year— but I really dislike the trilogy naming. It makes it seem like some completely uncreative Hollywood movie sequel slop. Instead I'm giving 2025 a name that reflects a related but different gloom. 2025: A Year of Waiting.

So, to total up time lost to sickness, it was: All of January, most of February, a week in May, half of June, half of September, half of October, and all of November and December. That's half the fucking year.
At least nobody died.
You want a second opinion on how shitty of a year 2025 was, health-wise? That's it, right there. 2025: At Least Nobody Died.
To be continued....
One of the things I've pondered over the past few days is what's an appropriate title for 2025. A few years ago I looked back at the malaise that hung over 2023 like a cloud of impending doom that shrouded all the good things that happened; I called it 2023: The Year that Was. When 2024 continued that trend as another year of constant worry that a downtown that never actually came was always only a few months away I titled it 2024: Another Year that Was.
I considered using the same moniker again for 2025— because it feels like it was another "Meh" year— but I really dislike the trilogy naming. It makes it seem like some completely uncreative Hollywood movie sequel slop. Instead I'm giving 2025 a name that reflects a related but different gloom. 2025: A Year of Waiting.

Waiting for Illness to End
A lot of the waiting I did this year was waiting for illness (or its relative, inability) to end. Indeed, I almost chose 2025: Being Sick Sucks as the theme for this retrospective. That name was only runner-up because being sick was more my spouse's story than mine. Though I spent time sick, too— or standing by or supporting her while she was sick.- We were both sick to start the year in January after our star-crossed trip to Panama in Dec. 2024. While my sickness really only kicked in on the very last day of the trip as we were flying home and lasted a bit over a week into January, Hawk's sickness started during the trip and lasted into February. And it wasn't just one health issue but at least two.
- One of those sicknesses was what I believe was a case of Norovirus Hawk's doctors refused to test for. They hand-waved it off as "traveler's diarrhea". But it lasted for 6 weeks! And at the same time she had a 2nd degree burn that took several weeks to heal. We lost 2 months to no travel because of these.
- In May Hawk had food poisoning. And I don't mean an "Oh, I got sick after eating something and then slept it off" case of food poisoning. I mean, "Vomiting uncontrollably for 12 hours and then too weak and in pain to leave bed for days" level of food poisoning.
- In June I had bronchitis and a cold that lasted almost two weeks. Hawk caught it, too, from me. We canceled a four-day holiday trip because of it.
- In September Hawk broke one of her toes. Thankfully it was a small toe and a small/simple break, but still: it meant more trips canceled.
- In October Hawk had a planned surgery on her foot. We hoped she might be ready for light adventure travel by the end of the year. Multiple complications during her recovery put the kibosh on that.
So, to total up time lost to sickness, it was: All of January, most of February, a week in May, half of June, half of September, half of October, and all of November and December. That's half the fucking year.
At least nobody died.
You want a second opinion on how shitty of a year 2025 was, health-wise? That's it, right there. 2025: At Least Nobody Died.
To be continued....


