, a reflection

This past year was an uncomfortable one for me.  At times I felt like I didn't know myself anymore.  I have anger issues.  I'm grouchy and irritable.  Most of the time I felt like life was pressing in too hard, and I wanted to retreat.  Some days have been better than others.
This photo is blurry.  It adequately conveys my image of myself this past year.  Things are shifting in uncomfortable ways.  I'll share more about that after Christmas as I begin looking toward the new year and making plans.
I have high hopes for ...  I love fresh beginnings.  It's like opening a new journal for the first time and seeing all those crisp, white, blank pages.  The pen is poised...