This was the year my Mum died. That, of course, was terrible.
But it was also the beginning of a new life for me, because I had been caring for her for ten years or so, and the last years had been increasingly difficult for both of us. Painful for her, exhausting for me, depressing for both of us. In many ways her death was a release for both of us. And I've had to learn not to feel guilty about that. I don't.
My default mood is cheerful, but I'd been pretty miserable for quite a long time. Gradually I'm feeling more and more cheerful more and more of the time, and that's rather wonderful.
I'm looking forward to a lot of things. I'm enjoying my life. I love my job. I had a wonderful trip to England in May and met some of you, and I'm planning more travel in the near future. I've rearranged my house and de-cluttered it, and it's comfortable and pleasant and affordable and I love it, too. All that is rather wonderful, too.
And I have a new hip! That's wonderful, too.
For the first time in ages, life seems full of possibilities. Not bad for a ... certain age :)