Usually I meet the new year with a measure of joy and hope. This year, not so much. I am weary. I feel like this last year was a hard slog up a difficult mountain. My creativity suffered. My mind didn’t want to focus. I didn’t want to read much of anything. I feel like a survivor and yes, I’m hoping for a better 2018, one with less violence, more hope, more joy, more friends, more dreams, more good, more happiness for all. I hope for that for all of us.
I am determined to make things better, however I can. Even if it’s only for one person. I’m determined to honor bravery, and generosity, caring, and and friendship, and to do my best to help those where I can. I am determined to be part of the hope. I will plant flowers.