Many times I have sat alone on New Years Eve and written a post, this year my daughters were home, we hadn't planned anything so we decided to go out to get ginger beer and ice cream, we watched tv and caught glimpses of local fireworks and I was in bed asleep at eleven. I was happy with that.
I started the year with some significant anaemia and an elbow injury hanging around from months ago so I'm trying to address those things and declaring 2016 the year of a better focus on health. Health and beauty just take so much more effort these days, dont they?
My professional life is evolving to focus on postpartum support, which is a fabulous thing to do and unpopular with doulas who are often very birth focussed so there is a niche there and I have started to call myself Sydney's only specialist postpartum doula. It's a big claim but I think it is actually true. Who would have thought I could be the only anything in a city as big as Sydney?
Our feng shui overhaul continues, I don't notice any dramatic improvements in our fortunes but the skylight in the kitchen is nice and the new grouting in the shower looks nice, though incongruous with the decaying bathroom........
And I no longer have any school children. People keep asking how it feels but it doesn't feel any different, they have all been working towards independence from the time they were tiny, their hold on my apron strings grows weaker by increments and that is as it should be.
Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.