I look out and see it snowed. All the ugliness is painted white.

This is a time of the year I look back at all the events of the year.

I give thanks that I got to experience some.

I’m grateful some are over.

Times I despaired seem to have perspective.

Anxious times I realize a pattern.

Times of great joy are like a photo gallery in my brain.

As I look forward I make a conscious effort to travel light and only take a few good thoughts with me into the New Year.

I look up and Thank God for I have.I have so much may I never look down on anyone, I look over and see the slumbering hubby and I’m glad for our simple life. I look at the clock and realize it is time to say “Happy New Year”!