I would rank 2007 as the worst year of my life and 99.99% of it is because I lost Jeannie in July. When my father passed away in 1985, it was mitigated by my meeting Jeannie that same year. Successes on the work front pale in relation to the loss of my beloved Jeannie as much wind had been knocked out of my sail.
Now, as I contemplate the new year, I feel a need to seek new impetus. A certain mindset perhaps, to carry me through. This was the 1st January message I put out to friends for 2008:
"Today being the first day of the rest of our lives, I am determined to make 2008 be about living 365 days and not one day 365 times! How about you? Happy New Day!"
The words may not be very original but for me, they do strike a chord.