I have never waited so eagerly for the mark of a fresh start. To be clear, I didn’t actually finish all the things I wanted to finish and “leave” in 2023… I’ll still be attempting to wrap those up in January, but the thought of newness is appealing still.
This year I turn 40. I never thought my life would be like this at 40… both the residual pains of 2023 but also all the joys. I will start this year grateful for what I do have and the opportunity to look ahead with hope — hope; that was the last question of ice grief iceberg exercise. It was hard to find but I have a sliver of it and I think that will be enough.
I’m grateful for my family. I’m grateful for good friends who have been expressions of God’s goodness and faithfulness to me. I’m grateful for little chance encounters that have been glimpses of what the upcoming year may bring.