Oh I know it's The Season. I know it's all about star topped trees and tinsel strands and uncorked champagne. And I know it's about bright resolutions and glossy mistletoe and Christmas lights. But I am not going to lie to you -- I won't be sad to see 2014 go.
It's been a rough year for me. I've been disappointed. Very. Mostly, I've been disappointed in people, which is the worst kind of disappointment. Money woes and health fears -- those were things of years before. But this is different. Weak moral compasses, little integrity, lack of character - I've met them this year in people, one after another.
And it's changed me. I am not the same person that I was in 2013. I'm quieter now. More reflective. More wary. I'm slower to like and slower to love and slower to trust. There's a hardened kernel, perhaps unapparent on the surface, but it's there.
And so I say farewell to 2014 and pray it to sail off never to be seen again.
And I hope, with clasped hands and eyes on the horizon, that something shiny, something beautiful, something worthy awaits me in 2015 .
Please, please. Let it be so.
PS I'll be absent here until the new year. And then, perhaps, I'll be back. Please subscribe in the sidebar if you'd like to receive my next post.
PPS On a happier note, my Moroccan-inspired gift wrap this year for my family.
