Every year, at this time, I have high hopes.
Hope for personal growth, prosperity, a healthier lifestyle...
Hope for travel, happiness and harmony...
Some years are better at allowing me to experience more positives than negatives. Other years (like last year) are mixed with loss and challenge.
This year, I just want it to be full of creativity and love. No high expectations. Take one day at a time. Be more thankful for the small moments and go with my instincts. Those didn't fail me last year.
I followed my instincts and visited with my dad, for the last time, on Father's Day Weekend. I didn't know at that time it would have been my last time to see him, give him a hug and kiss. Talk to him face to face. I left with the hope he would be visiting our home in the fall with our youngest daughter driving him up for a weekend.
I'm going into this year, a new year, with some hope...a little bit. I expect it to blossom with the birth of a new grandchild. A new chapter in the lives of each of the girls. New, creative journey for more personal growth for me. Spend more time with my husband since I won't have school to worry about anymore. Enjoy the animals more and enjoy working on our home.