I once heard that (supposedly) whatever you’re doing at midnight on New Year’s Eve is what you’ll be doing all year long. I certainly hope that’s not true. Every last family member (in-laws included) is either suffering with or struggling to recover from a cold we all shared with each other in an overzealous display of holiday generosity. You know, the Spirit of Giving and all that.
In spite of our present, germ-infested state and the fact that – between the sick kids, the medicine for the sick kids, and the work I missed because of the sick kids – we’re starting out the New Year both contagious and financially doomed, I still find myself oddly optimistic and hopeful. Maybe it’s because I’m sitting here in my warm, comfortable home, listening to my new mp3 player Deputy Dad surprised me with for Christmas. (Warning to grammar geeks (of which I am one): Make no attempt to diagram the previous sentence, especially that whole with for disaster. Just make a mental note that it’s currently 1:40 AM, decide to forgive my grammatical transgressions, and move on.) Maybe it’s because my beautiful children are sleeping peacefully in their warm beds, my sweetheart is lightly snoring in the recliner next to me, and the puppy is curled up asleep on the couch. Maybe it’s just because we took down the Christmas tree today, so that project’s not staring me in the face anymore.
Or maybe it’s because I’ve spent the last several days being consciously thankful for every little thing, and that’s improving my outlook.
Whatever the reason, I find myself hoping for good things in 2007.
As for you, my Internet Friends, I hope for good things for you as well. If 2006 was a rough year for you (and I know it was for some of my dearest blogging buddies), then I hope 2007 is much, much better. And if 2006 was a good year for you, I hope 2007 is spectacular.
Happy New Year, my Internet Friends. May God bless you and those you love today and every day.