New Year's Eve. My least favorite day of the year. Today has actually been a pleasant one, though. Christmas has been packed away (except for the tree), I did the quilting on a quilt that has been oh so patient for several months, my winter wreath is in the dining room waiting to be hung, we had yummy calorific munchies for dinner, and I'm cozy with a cup of tea, ready for bed and my book. Quiet and cozy--just how I like this night to be.
It's been one loooooong year with happy moments having to be searched for rather than asking you to dance a jig with them. Several things have happened, one right after the other it seems, that kept one in a constant state of "Gah! What next?!" I do thank God that I have not been affected in a direct sense, but when it's one's nearests and dearests one's heart and soul suffer just the same (especially when they're already quite sensitive in nature).
However, a whole new year stretches ahead. 365 empty days to fill with hopes and dreams, with making and doing, with new friends and new places. Let's fill them with as much happy as we can cram into them, no matter what shenanigans the universe tries to pull!
Happy New Year!!