So, it’s the new year.
2016 has come and gone.
New Years Eve – a day created for reflecting and filled with bursts of hope; hope for what is to come, fresh starts, half hearted resolutions and an evening of sparkling skies and little miracles, has passed.
I’m always torn between feeling incredibly enthusiastic and full of life and excitement for the new year ahead, and feeling incredibly sentimental and reminiscing on what has been, experiencing a sense of sadness. But when is dwelling ever a good idea?
I have BIG plans for the next 365, big dreams and big goals. We have to start somewhere right, and isn’t a blank page a perfect start?
Incredible things are going to happen.