So.
Here we are at the end of 2025 and I've only managed a paltry 8 blog posts this year... 9 if you count this one. In my defence, this year has been a complete doozy and my already wavering resilience has been worn paper thin.
Yes, there have been highs.... some lovely holidays, including a wonderful Scandinavian cruise in August, but they have been outweighed by the many lows, scattered throughout the year but gradually increasing in scope and intensity. It's one thing dealing with bad stuff in the middle of summer, when it's warm and sunny and daylight lingers till late. Quite another in the dark days of winter when daylight is at a premium and the cold seeps into your bones and takes up residence.
However, we're now on the cusp of a New Year and although I'm cautiously optimistic, I can't help but feel a healthy dose of scepticism.
After all, we've been here before.
I normally start January buoyed at the prospect of projects new and reams of ideas. I'm aiming to maintain that tradition and am spending time today making some lists.... of stuff I'd like to do, things I need to complete, and projects I'd like to undertake. Not all of them will see the light of day but I really need some positivity to take into the new year, and the hope that some of the sparkle of the holiday season will persist though the coming winter months.
After all.... what could possibly go wrong?
