Since it’s the end of yet another tumultuous year, and time to make those pesky New Year’s resolutions, I will talk about an imaginary box as that which holds my personal events for next year. (I wouldn’t even want to imagine what will happen in the real world.)
Today I will find a beach or park somewhere, take a long walk, and muse upon what the 12-month box might hold. Assuming I have any control of my destiny.
So. What to keep. What to throw out. I think of the beloved people I lost last year. No, I didn’t lose them, they died, but that’s so hard to say. But they will not be lost to me. I’ll keep their memories in the box. I’ll also remind myself of those I love who are still with me, still precious and to be appreciated all during the year.
I’ll consider how I want to spend my time. (playing solitaire on the computer should not be a full-time occupation).
There’s forgiveness and charity to consider.
Much to ponder, way too long to list.
So, off I go on my minor pilgrimage.And a Happy New Year to one and all.