I’m not someone who sees the New Year as a fresh beginning, there are those that do and are successful and enthused about the future, their refreshed goals and positive intentions, I wish them well. New Year traditionally felt like waiting for the clock to strike midnight so I could go to bed. When I moved out of home it was often the night I was early to bed, sometimes reading a Christmas gift book, or just trying my best to sleep. Now with portable technology I’m watching something on an app and only the crescendo of fireworks and cacophony of ships horns beyond my window signals the midnight chime, followed later with numerous sirens as the over indulged injure themselves or cause trouble.
This festive season has been intentionally scaled back and quiet because of an off-line family situation that has cast quite the shadow, preoccupying our minds with uncertainty and a side of unknown fear. Yet it has been pleasant to not be swamped by the stresses of Christmas cheer and so forth.
While I was googling for an heading image, I was undecided between two, so here’s the other one.
Right, let’s shock the fingers and crochet a line or four, maybe conjure up a to-do list of projects for the next month, grapple with organising my usual (not using the word normal, don’t think anything about my world can be described as that). Happy Tuesday, yes it is only Tuesday.