Here it is New Year’s Eve and I’m not the least bit excited.
That seems to be a theme for me this year, holidays being a bit of a downer instead of bringing the excitement that they usually do.
Life has been tumultuous for us since last August. I had hopes for 2002 that never materialized while the triple screws of stress, worry and anxiety have wound tighter and tighter around me.
The large bright spot in my year was Vic’s birth. My son is a joy for me, every day, even when he’s been keeping me awake at night, his smile can erase all my tears.
I’m stepping into 2003 with a lot of hope kept tightly under the lid of a realistic perspective. I hope that things will get better, but I don’t expect them to. I expect that we will have to continue to struggle along in less than ideal circumstances, continuing to make do, instead of making good.
My only resolution for this year will be to keep my chin up and try not to let things get me down. I have a lot to stay up for, no need to let the bad stuff sour my attitude.
Happy New Year to everyone out there and best wishes for health and happiness in 2003.