Last month, I passed through the first anniversary of my sister's death. That meant we had hit all the firsts - First Christmas without her, First Birthdays (hers and ours) without her etc. I was told that firsts are hard. Passing each one like a little snick against your heart. So how do I feel now?
It's finally the end of 2020 and I think most of us can't wait to see the back of this dumpster fire of a year! Looking back over my blog, I was surprised how frustrated I was with 2019 and how happy I was when THAT year was over. I guess 2020 made us all realise how bad a year truly could be!
So, back in early July I made the bold announcement that I would be going away for a few months. Dealing with burn-out and the lack of progress in my writing, I would give myself time and space to do some "real writing," or so I hoped.
We reach another year-end so it's time when I take a quick peek at what has happened over the last 12 months. After some sorrow and stress in 2018, I had high hopes for 2019. Let's just say, it didn't start out that well but as I look back over the year, I'm able to appreciate the high points even if there weren't that many.
2018 has finally come to an end and honestly, all I can think is "thank goodness" because this has not been a great year.