And here we are at the end of another year. Since I tend to look back and evaluate throughout the year, I have no sudden revelations to ponder.
Instead, I find myself thinking about many years ago – 2000 (underwhelmed, no major computer failures, toasted the new year alone with a fantastic scotch); 2004 (lovely dinner, unplanned detour to a bar where we danced until the wee hours); several NYE celebrations in the 1990s that had to be reconstructed after the fact.
And while I haven’t moved that far geographically, or even in my outward life, I think the inward changes have been massive. It’s not the resolutions that matter; it’s acknowledging where I’ve been.