I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. I thought about it this morning, and the resolutions I would make for this year are goals I have had since moving to Canada. And since quitting my job. Maybe a fresh calendar page, hell a fresh calendar for that matter, will help me strengthen my resolve towards these goals. But I would not hold my breath. I don’t know about you, but New Year’s Eve makes me more reflective on the past than the future.

It’s hard for me not to look back at last New Year’s and remember my stepdad was still alive and 16 days from learning he had cancer. Last New Year’s my stepdad was alive and not dying anytime soon. This New Year’s, he’s gone.

Last New Years I was unmarried, newly unemployed and spending a great deal of time driving back and forth between Canada and the US. Entirely too much time on the ferry to Vancouver Island. Now I’m married, still unemployed, living in Canada. But I don’t ride that damn ferry very often. Thank god.

It’s been quite a year, hasn’t it?

Happy New Year everyone!