I feel like I’m way, WAY behind on everything lately. I guess not feeling the best lately will do that to you. After thinking I just had a routine cold-cough-flu thing, I found out I had pneumonia, which pretty much knocked me out for the month of December. Christmas almost feels like a blur now, but compared with what happened last year with my Mom, it was a veritable walk under a canopy of lemons.
Being a lover of lemons, this is just one of many of my favorite snapshots from our trip to Europe. I have many, many blog posts in the works about all the places we went, so stay tuned for that. But in the meantime I must confess that I’m very excited about the prospect of a new year—even if it’s the year I’ll be blowing out (gasp!) 40 candles on my birthday cake.
I don’t know how it snuck up on me so quickly, but I’ve often referred to this event as Voldemort, a.k.a. the “He Who Shall Not Be Named” of birthdays. I remember feeling like this when the big 3-0 rolled around, too, but there’s something about 40 that feels particularly daunting. Like I should’ve accomplished so much more by this point in my life, like I’m actually getting o-l-d and irrelevant and will start exclusively listening to Enya and wearing elastic waist jeans or something.
It’s silly, I know, and thanks to the encouragement of family and the dearest of friends who always go out of their way to make me loved, I know it’s going to be good.
And that’s exactly the sort of 2016 I wish to each and every one of you reading. It’s so easy to get discouraged when you see everything horrible going on in the world, and it breaks your heart again and again and again. But I’m also reminded how much good there is, too, even if it doesn’t make the headlines, and that’s what I hope to focus on as the calendar flips to 2016. Until then, I’ve got two more days in my 30s and so much to be thankful for. Happy (almost) 2016 one and all!