As this year starts to wind in its neck, I am reflecting on the number of obstacles I have negotiated this year (which I already knew were on the horizon when I predicted 2015 as my annus horribliest). They have come and gone…and I haven’t.
- Deaths – 2 (my friend/my cousin)
- Marriage – decree absolute achieved after finally starting to realise that the whole 23 years had been a chimera
- Sale of “family” home
- Trumped up, desperate allegations delivered by the police from my former friend – TWICE!
- continuing treatment of cancer
…and others…
But as it turns out there are silver linings
- I am still alive
- I have a lovely new home which I have furnished and adorned without having to refer/defer to anybody
- I find I do have a sense of adventure. I started the year in Israel in an attempt to “connect” to my roots in some way…it may demonstrate how shallow I am that I did “connect” in the music-riven Bible Belt of the Deep South of US in the Fall of the year. Both trips really drilled down into my inner core and are helping me in all sorts of ways.
- (…and going back to being shallow) I like being a UK size 10 (and even bought an item of Size Zero clothing this year)…AND…I have a pair of leather trousers.
- I have people (who I love and who love me) surrounding me as much or as little as I want
- continuing treatment of cancer
- I am happy
..and to return to the night before Christmas. I have not, or not as yet…broken the trifle dish…last year I had only pedestal to serve…this happened twice. Fingers crossed for this year.