I just got back home to Toronto after being away since December 21st. Haven't really blogged in that time away either.
Sometimes I need to step back; reboot. Online, offline, all of it.
And so, now the inevitable Christmas photos have to surface - it's just the way it is. Any excuse to show how I tortured poor Daisy by putting the damn Santa hat on her, yet again.
It was a great Christmas. I was happy to have an extended stay at home with the family and dogs.
A good way to end a fairly good year.
I don't think I've ever called a year "good" before.
Had a quiet New Year's Eve, and it's been a quiet couple of days after. The beginning of a year tends to elevate my anxiety (which isn't so good, considering I have constant anxiety), and bring up some worries and issues I need to quash.
Quash is a stupid word. Don't ever let me use it again.
I'm hoping to use the anxiety and turn it into success, professionally and personally. I don't want to get lost in the white noise, as I tend to.
I'm throwing myself headfirst into it. This may hurt.
And so, I wish you all a happy new year.
Whether a brand new year marks new beginnings for you, or if it's just another page on a calendar, I hope it serves you all well. For me it shows that time is passing quickly, and I need to make the most of it.
Kick some ass, really.
Since I didn't say it on the 31st, this is my cheers to you.
I'll raise a glass (of delicious beer, no doubt) to you and yours.