I know most people on the planet love XMS but for me, New Year is where it's at.
Not that I go out and party till it's 1999.
I just like to spend New Year's Eve contemplating the year that's been. New Year's Day starting the year as I mean to go on.
When my step-children were small, we did this thing where we would each write down 5 things that we loved that happened during the year that had been, 5 things that we wanted to happen in the following year, then put it in an envelope to be opened Next NYE. It was so interesting reading them a year later. I've still got some of the wee envelopes. I treasure them.
Today I spent three hours writing in bed at home, reviewing my year. Jesus wept it's been a rollercoaster. Lots of sadness. Lots of necessary letting go of people and places. It's hurt a lot.
But there has been lots of pleasure and loving and good work, too.
I sit here at my computer typing this, feeling strong and happy and like all the bullshit and marvelousness of 2015 has taught me so much.. And, really, you can't ask more of a year that that.
I'm spending New Year's Eve with one of my favourite people on the planet.
My son is with his father. He'll be having a ball.
When the clock strikes twelve, I'll think of him, all happy as larry just like in this photo.
I'll be writing down all my wishes and hopes and fears and anticipated delights tomorrow morning, just like I do every year. A gentle and quiet private ritual of mine. Nothing I write then is for others to see. It's just to get my own head and heart straight for the new year.
Oh, I do so love this crossover time. It seems as magical to me.
Turning over a new leaf.
New wind blowing.
New cliches flowing.
See you on the other side!