2022 went by in a flash; a year on fast forward. I think it was November before I realised my wall calendar still said July. Lots was happening - the Commonwealth Games, a holiday in Madeira, getting stuck in to my new job - but at the same time, it feels like not much happened at all. It's definitely hard to be specific about dates, activities, occasions. All cake and cocktail memories seem to merge into one. 2023 has already started ... and I'm still trying to reflect on 2022? Perhaps I should just skip last year and and focus on 2023 instead - I've got a big birthday coming up, a trip to Rome planned and lots of family celebrations to look forward to. 2022 could just be a footnote? But that doesn't seem fair? There must be lots of things to remember, celebrate, reflect on, laugh about, cry about? Not everything has to a big moment of wonder, sometimes there is joy in the little things too. --- Over the last few months, I've been working on a new blogging proje