Reluctant as I was to write a New Year’s post, I knew that it would be a good thing for me to go ahead and do it. I’ve always been a glass-half-full kind of woman, so here I go.
When my husband and I brought in the New Year, I didn’t know what I was feeling. Actually, I felt sort of lost. New Year’s Eve had never felt quit like this before. We had always celebrated with three other couples and had been doing that for more than thirty years.
What was there to celebrate anyway? I was still going to worry about getting Covid-19 and keeping “socially distanced” from others. What a dismal term. I was a little depressed but, as is usually the case with me, I WASN’T DOWN FOR LONG.
Many years ago I made a pact with myself. Rather than beat myself up when I was down, I would let it in, I would live in it. I wanted to just BE with my down self, watch it, sort of swim in it. What was it all about anyway?
The next day I felt much better. I was feeling pretty much like myself. I was upbeat for the most part, but something was nagging me....