|Santa Pam wishes you a Happy New Year!|
The last few weeks of 2014 were cluttered with worries and cares. Every time I thought nothing else could possibly go wrong, something did. I wanted to scream and cry and punch through walls and sleep until spring. None of these were options but something had to give. Finally, I threw my daily to-do list out the window. Beginning the week of Thanksgiving, I did only what I absolutely had to do and spent every other moment squeezing what joy I could from the holiday season. Some might call it denial but I called it survival. I decorated my house, made gifts for loved ones, wrote cards to faraway friends. I shopped online and baked snickerdoodles and listened to Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker and watched It’s A Wonderful Life. I spent Christmas Eve with my children in metro Atlanta and Christmas night with my mom and dad and brother and sister in southern Illinois. Then I came home and hosted a dinner party on New Year’s Eve, screaming “good riddance” to 2014 with friends, old and new, at midnight.
Welcome, 2015, and not a moment too soon.
Time to get serious about making all those unfulfilled dreams come true.
I haven’t decided upon my One Word for 2015 yet but I do have a motto.
All will be well.
It already is.