When a New Year begins, I always try to review my perspective...and modify it, if necessary.
This year though, I am coming up empty. I have no idea where I am going. The last few years have dealt a few blows, but I can't say I am really depressed. But I can't say that I am really excited about a New Year, either. Oh, sure, I have hopes, but they rarely come to fruition. Love eludes me. My friends are scattered. My professional life is good, but at times mundane. I strive to be a joyful person, I entertain a lot, cook and decorate, and am always searching for a new twist. Maybe I'm just tired.
I don't know.
I guess it's just one day at a time, right?