It hardly seems a few days since last Christmas, when I woke up beside a lake in Pell City, Alabama. I was welcomed with open arms by Jon’s family — Southern hospitality in full form — and spent New Years Eve beneath the stars in Santa Cruz. The past year has been a big one — full of changes and surprises, love and laughter. It’s been a sad one on a national and global scale — so much hurt and pain and anger; so many issues that make me sad. But, through it all — the good and the bad — one thing rings clear: HOPE. We all hope for a better day, a better year; for progress and for the strength to get through when we seem to be going backward instead of forward.
And that’s what Christmas is all about, isn’t it? Hope? Even if you don’t believe in the story of Christ and the promise of salvation it brings, there’s the hope of Santa Claus and the hope for presents and good things. There’s the hope of the new year — a fresh start and all that that means . . .
For me, I’m hoping my 2015 will bring more frequent blogging, more reading, better writing, and a clearer-cut school and career path. I want to be a better friend, girlfriend, sister, daughter, and blogger. All of you out there mean more to me than you know, and it is because of you that I haven’t yet (completely) given up this blogging thing.
So thank you, and Merry Christmas, all! I hope you have a beautiful day full of love and laughter and, most of all, meaning.