This is the end. The final set of gratitude diary entries. It's January now and the first day in a year on which I'm deliberately not posting anything. For me it's served its purpose and I am moving on to whatever exciting things happen this year.
2017 is the year for doing. That was in part of a message received yesterday by/through a friend. She's crazy but she speaks sense. This is a year for doing. Not just talking but doing. Getting on with it. Getting on with whatever the vision is and with embracing self and others and walking the path. That's what my friend said anyway. And do you know what? On this occasion I believe her.
Perhaps the song by The Doors isn't appropriate.
Because this isn't just the end.
This is the beginning.
26th December
Grateful
to have tidied a room. I can now see the desk table again.
I
put things on the walls again, securely, that had fallen off.
And
my collapsing Catholic pictures now have the addition of a ten foot
rosary, an essential item for any forty foot tall Catholic
enthusiasts.
27th December
Grateful for new writing ideas and for hope.
Grateful
for sorting out the CDs I cleared out months ago and that selling
some of them - not the ones in the picture - should nearly pay for my
Lit & Phil membership.
28th
December
Grateful
that I can move on from a game obsession after a week of wasting too
much time.
I
have reached this point.
Let's
just ignore the thousands of user made levels and move on. A good
idea!
29th December
Crappy
day of a PIP tribunal that didn't happen. They adjourned it. It was
not pleasant.
Grateful
for these tasty treats forming a most unhealthy dinner.
31st December
Grateful
to have spent the end of the year as I wish to begin the new. With
family, crazy people, and friendship. With reading and writing. With
walking and seeing the sea. With meditation. And with a lot of hope.
Grateful
too for the way Blob Thing helped me in 2016. It's his first
birthday.
