Yep, I spent yesterday and today with a hacking cough, congested chest, and elevated temperature. I celebrated the ball dropping by rolling into my third hour of fitful sleep for the night. My stunning NYE footwear?
I know, I know: I'm a wild woman. I wasn't surprised I got sick. My family's been passing whatever this is around for the last week, so I knew my turn was coming. The tea? Mine. The Vapo-Steam? Gracie's (at least she's on the road to recovery). Again: hot.
On top of ringing in the New Year with a potent glass of herbal tea, there are other less-than-stellar (and dramatically more significant) developments affecting the start of 2016. I have loved ones undergoing potentially major, involuntary career changes...not really cause for celebration, particularly when much is unknown. Then, when I checked in on social media this morning to see how the new year was treating friends, these were some of the choicest posts:
Really?!!? How is this possibly the right way to start a year? But then, like always, someone far wiser than I am was able to put things into perspective.
Ah, Neil Gaiman, how right you are. It doesn't matter how we start the new year; it matters that we get a new year. So for all of the mistakes and bumps and failures along the way, it means we'll have successes and peaks and victories on the other side. Put all together, we'll have experience, another chance -- 366 in total for 2016 (it is Leap Year!) to try to get it right. And if we don't? Well, there's always next year.
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