This is as good as it gets, really, isn’t it?
Be kind to yourself in the year ahead.
Remember to forgive yourself, and to forgive others. It’s too easy to be outraged these days, so much harder to change things, to reach out, to understand.
Try to make your time matter: minutes and hours and days and weeks can blow away like dead leaves, with nothing to show but time you spent not quite ever doing things, or time you spent waiting to begin.
Meet new people and talk to them. Make new things and show them to people who might enjoy them.
Hug too much. Smile too much. And, when you can, love.
This is from Last Year. It’s the one that doesn’t get passed around as much.
Even more relevant today.
Happy New Year.
No we are not plotting anything. Why do you think we are plotting something?
For the record, I was lying. We were plotting something.
It’s a year after Terry’s death.
The thing we were or were not plotting is coming on apace.
This sounds mysterious and exciting.