I have mixed feelings about New Year. I go out, because I have friends and family who like to and I like to be with them. I also hope it will stave off the gloom. Those feelings of falling short and failing others that are so vivid as the year falls away. I work hard to cultivate positivity, and can be sickeningly Pollyanna-ish. It never really lands, although I hope it will. I never make resolutions, little changes happen gently and determinedly throughout the year. I do have goals, but small ones. Last year it was to begin a blog and to grow flowers for cutting. I’m happy that I have done both of these. This year I want to write more, and engage more people with my work. I need to bury into the specifics, but that’s my main hope.
Happy New Year to all of you who take the time to read this, I hope your dreams are fulfilled and those close to share your joy.
Thank you, as ever for your support. My journey is slow and steady, but at least I am moving.