Well, here I am, settled in front of the fire, with the Christmas tree still twinkling behind me (I don’t take mine down till Twelfth Night), resting in the stillness of a grey afternoon.
For once, nothing to do, and nowhere to be.
There are a few SHOULDs rattling my cage, but I am choosing to ignore them right now, and rest in the present moment.
Because there hasn’t been enough of that lately.
I was horrified to find that I hadn’t written a post on this blog since Samhain, but not really surprised. You see, 2015 was that kind of year. It was relentless. Caring for declining elders with dementia at a distance, coping with my own health problems, and Husband’s. We spent the second six months of the year basically just surviving.
I want 2016 to consist of more than just surviving.
I don’t have a Word for 2016 yet, but I suspect its going to be something like Thrive, or Flourish. The one I had for 2015 was EASE, and frankly in the end, it reduced me to sarcastic laughter. It gets like that when you don’t know when the next disaster will turn up, when the next phonecall from the paramedics will come. We’ve lived on eggshells for too long.
In 2016, I want to stop drowning. I want to ride on top of the wave for a change. I can’t stop the wave, of course. Life is happening. Nothing I do is going to change the situation itself. But I can change how I relate to it.
For 2016, I wish the same for you. I wish you peace. I wish you calm. I wish you acceptance of the things you can’t change, and the strength to change those you can.
Most of all, I wish you what I have lacked in 2015.
I wish you hope.