The new year has not yet arrived to my little part of the world. There are still hours left before that west coast ball drops and the year is officially welcomed in.
I have no plans this evening. I have no one to pass the time with. I have no traditions to perform. I doubt I will be awake when the hour is struck and the year turns anew.
2016 was not good year. It was full of hardships and sadness. Looking back I can’t remember even a brief moment of joy and happiness. The losses added up to be a heavy burden on my heart and soul. I am not sad to see 2016 turn itself away and leave.
I know many people will say to look at the strength I found. But I didn’t find any new strength. It was always there, and has always been there. My life has twisted and turned a great many times over the years. I have always found the strength to move on, move forward. It simply gets harder as I get older. I suppose the best thing about 2016 is ending it with a roof over my head. The roof is over a horrible little apartment with two people and their things crammed inside, but there is a roof. And food. And heat. And best of all, Arty, my wonderful four-legged companion.
I don’t know what 2107 will bring. It may be better. It may be simply a continuation of 2016. I simply have no idea what’s in store. I will do my best to face each challenge as it comes, to get up when I stumble, to do what needs to done to survive one more week. I can not think much further ahead than that at the moment. Next week. Next week will be next year. And it all begins anew.
I may be battered, but I’m still standing.