I have to be honest with you. For some of us, the end of this year feels like the end of ten. 2011 was a veritable era – long and hard and filled with a plethora of changes, both good and bad.
It was a tiring year.
I moved three times. I worked harder than I’ve perhaps ever worked before in my life. I slept less. On an honest and personal note, I dealt with physical illness, loss and hardship.
It was an anxious year.
My first print book hit the shelves and it was a toss-up from the beginning. Where would the coin fall? What would happen? Everything was uncertain – how much money I would make, where we would live, how I would feel from one day to the next.
It was a year for experimenting.
I made two book trailers, began using Twitter, went on my first blog tour, and started various medications. Not sure how much good any of them have done, but that’s what experiments are all about.
It was a rewarding year.
All in all, I think I am better off in December than I was in January, if only for the friends I’ve made. Through the empathy that comes with solidarity, our bonds have grown stronger and our hearts softer. Some of us have learned lessons. Whether hard or easy, they’re always worth something.
The oddest thing of all is that I think I can tell you with complete sincerity that I am a different person now than I was twelve months ago. People rarely change. Oh, they grow older and they get nastier or sweeter and sometimes they dress differently. But underneath the layers, they remain frozen in the mold they were poured into at birth. And it is just so for most of me as well. I’ll always love my daughter, consider my husband my best friend, abhor politics and absolutely adore both classic rock and boots. But there’s something changed in there somewhere. It’s like someone used a different spice in the cooking. Life tastes different for me now. And I think it’s altered forever too.
So here we stand at the doorway to another four seasons, another twelve moons and another new era. We take a deep breath, shrug off the layers that crusted us over, and hope that the ones to come might not feel so heavy. We have wishes, each one of us; no amount of time can snuff them. We have dreams in our sights – they are the requisite to continued life.
We break open the champagne and count the seconds down and watch the sky explode with grins on our faces – and hope in our hearts. It’s what we do. Because whoever we are, wherever we are, and whatever befalls us, we are human.
And there’s always tomorrow.
Happy New Year everyone. May love and luck and peace be with you.
Over and out.
– Heather K-W