The end of 2016 is almost here and I have made little time for writing. I'm working up some personal goals and changes for the next year, not resolutions as I don't care for those, but honest-to-goodness change. I've always sort of chuckled when I heard that when you hit age forty that you stop caring about what others think. There is a ring of truth in it for me, but I still care way too much of what others think. It's part of my fear schema and it is something I want to change.
There has been loss, joy, loads of laughter, healing, and so much more this year. It's been a tough year, but yet a good one. And I'm ready to give 2017 hell.