It’s New Year’s Eve and one song lyric keeps rambling around in my head…”A long December and there’s reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last.”
From reading social media posts, that is the hope of many today, as we anticipate what awaits in 2016 while reflecting on the last 12 months.
If 2015 was one of your best years, pat yourself on the back and thank the fates for what you were spared.
If it was one of your worst years, shut the door on it.
This year won’t go down in history as one of my finest. Unexpected bumps and turns threw me off the carousel of life. I’m trying to climb back on, as I usually do, but this time it’s harder. Maybe because I’m older, more tired.
I started this blog as a way to get back on that carousel because I know the purr of life goes on.
HC’s purr is one of the loudest I’ve ever heard. If I ever question whether she’s happy, all I have to do is listen. Her purr tells me.
As you ring in and celebrate however you choose to welcome 2016, remember to listen to your internal purr. It’s a powerful hum worth listening to.
It’s the purr of life.