We’re embarking on a brand new year.
Like everyone, I look to it like a clean, white canvass.
2014 certainly wasn’t a fruitful one for me, but being a optimist one time removed, I have faith in the coming one.
No one knows better than me life can change on a dime.
One minute you can’t pay your bills, the next, a sudden windfall flourishes you to higher ground.
I have hopes for my writing, more published works in the new year. I wasn’t very enterprising these last 12 months…blaming my hearing loss for lack of ambition.
Despite writing every day, it was just for me more than publication.
There is Maya of course, my eBook, Notes From A Working Cat I recently put up on Amazon. That too was a labor of love since, even after so many people told me it should have been more of a children’s book, I just allowed her to be a sassy, irreverent, New York cat with anything but a PG rating.
Making money just wasn’t my biggest priority, even if it should have been.
So what can I expect from myself in 2015?
To be more financially industrious…get my work out there so I can earn a better living.
I can be more social, widening my borders both personally and professionally saying yes more, as opposed to…no thanks, not tonight.
What I’d really like to do is become a pet owner again. To invite a kitty into my home to share its warmth never thinking I’d want that again.
But the loss of Carmela has softened my heart in places I didn’t expect.
I can’t say enough how much I already miss her…how I look over at the now empty yard so wishing she were there.
Good always comes out of grief, if we give it time to show itself.
In her stead and memory, to honor her, a worthy little soul, any minute, will get a home.
I’m pretty confident of this.
Here’s to a happy, fruitful New Year to all.