(courtesy of the crazy cat.)
Christmas is over. The presents are opened and the wrapping paper crumpled in the trash or folded neatly for next year (if you are one of those people:>). We have put away the nice china and silverware and I’ve begun looking at diets to purge some of my extra holiday pounds. I should feel ready to turn my thoughts to the New Year. But, uncertainty is in the air.
What will the New Year hold? Will our grief at the tragedies here and in CT lighten at all? Will there be anything good, like gun control debate, to come from it? Will congress find a way to stop acting like bratty three year olds and actually work to find a solution to our fiscal problems (not simply kick the problem down the road). And on a personal level, what will happen with my writing? Will I be able to revise my third story and find a home for it with a great publisher? Will UNTANGLING THE KNOT be picked up for review and receive a good one? Will my marketing plans for it come to fruition?
I suppose this time of year always holds some sense of the unknown. Yet this year, more than ever, it feels cosmic. Maybe the end of the world, as the Mayans predicted, on 12-21-12 was less an apocalypse and more a metamorphosis. We are at the beginning of something… so early into a new journey that we still have choices about where we will go.
I look forward to sharing the journey with you all, wherever it may lead and thank you for sharing yours with me.