New Year’s Eve always leaves me in somewhat of a quandary. While looking forward to whatever the future might bring, I am also sad to wave farewell to the many good moments 2019 produced in bounteous quantities. Life for me is very good, very easy, very peaceful, full of joy, full of the closeness of nature, packedwith all the magic exitance, particularly existence on Orcas, can bring.
Every year is full of hellos and goodbyes, of high and low spots, of gaiety and sadness. 2019 was no different, I shed many tears, often laughed too loudly and on the whole managed to hopefully end up a kinder and more rounded individual than when 2018 departed.
All years bring frustrations, annoyances, whether social, physical, political or personal, 2019 was no better or worse than many we have seen and survived before. I am a great believer in the benefit of a practiced shrug as sometimes the weight of misery is more destructive than its form. No matter our position or outlook we all stand beneath the same swinging pendulum and the only real way to avoid getting sliced is be alert and duck accordingly.