Ladyface Peak in Agoura Hills, CA
I’ll go gently into 2018. I am recovering from loss and sickness, too much travel, too much to do.
Everyone’s load is heavy, and mine isn’t special, but right now it’s so close, so personal, so heavy. I lost my grandmother and one of my oldest most special friends. I flew to Connecticut twice in 2 weeks. It was bitterly cold when I left, with the additional gift of a terrible cold that has turned to bronchitis and filled my head with fuzz. Also, the usual homesickness.
Today is January 1. My heart wants to get outside on a trail and hike to the top of a mountain, to get clear of everything that blocks my view. My one big goal for 2017 was to hike the peak that’s near my house. It’s not even that big of a climb, only about 1,100 feet, and I’ve done that before. But I made it legendary in my mind. A project. A goal. I knew I’d feel so good about myself for doing it. I planned it for December, but then that month’s events and now my bronchitis made it impossible. I’m disappointed.
But I’m too tired to be hard on myself for that, or anything else. The new year stretches before me, begging me to make goals for it. Right now I’ll just clean off my desk.
Happy new year, everyone.