“Holding on to something that is good for you now, may be the very reason you don’t have something better.”
C. JoyBell C.
It’s Christmas Eve here, and more than likely my last post of the year. Although that’s not set in stone either.
I know that sounds a bit vague, but, honestly it’s not like I post regularly.
I’d like to change that in the new year.
Anyway, it’s been a hell of a year.
We nearly lost my mother to a heart attack, and even after she spent a month in a hospital over 3 hours away, it was a long road back for her. Although we had moved from Southern Ontario to live with and take care of my parents, sometimes the Universe has other ideas. (I type this as I sit in our own home, albeit rented, on the other side of our little community.) But it has been positive. My mother is now recovered from her heart issues, is now stronger I think, has lost more weight than even she was expecting and looks firmly engaged in life once more.
Now if I could only engage her in the community again, I’d be happy.
Our eldest son has decided he might like being a grown-up, pursued college and a local part-time job at the ski resort. Our youngest son has been diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder, and that’s a good thing too, but a whole ‘nother post entirely.
Our old-man dog has recovered his health as well. Last year at this time, neither my partner or I thought he would be with us this Christmas. Since moving, he has gained weight, walks more, limps less, actually tries to play with us and his step-brother and is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Not bad for a 13 year old Chihuahua!
My writing has moved along as well with the writing and publication of two more short stories. I wish I could say it was more, but on the bright side, two is better than none.
There’s been a lot of positives over the past year. A lot of growth, self-reflection and forward movement by those around me.
I like to think I’ve grown too. I’m certainly older, and feeling it.
Another Christmas is upon us, and I hope the past year has been a good one for you. Or at the very least, not too painful.
I hope you’ve grown in some way.
Look upon the next year as one filled with potential. Make a list of what you might like to do, and start considering which look the most likely.
It’s time for me to do the same. In my writing, knitting and personally.
Merry Christmas, my friends.
Until next time…