"I want to make time to breathe this year," was one of my goals for 2015.
As my dad says sometimes, "We plan, god laughs."
I can't say that this year has been all bad. I can't say that this year has been all good. But, time to breathe? If I don't chuckle at that thought, I'm going to have to weep. Good, bad--honestly, it's all such a frenetic jumble that I can't even begin to start putting it on a scale.
The only thing I can say is that this year has been incredibly intense. Enough so that, for the first time in my life, I'm a little gun-shy about making many "resolutions" for 2016. I have some loose thoughts, to be sure, but I don't want to tempt the fates by committing them to writing.
But, come what may, I will dare to say one thing--I would be rocking back and forth in a corner like a crazy person without that man in the picture above. No matter what has been going on, no matter the reasons I give him not to, he has my back like no one else ever has or will.
And if he's with me, 2016 can bring it the eff on.
Happy New Year, friends.
[And P.S. Thank you so much for all the virtual hugs that have been flying at me re: Moe and Little Miss. It sucks. It's going to suck for awhile. But knowing I'm surrounded by such loving thoughts is most helpful.]