I wish I could say I came out of 2016 unscathed. But I didn’t.
I wish I could say I wrote as much as I wanted to. But I didn’t.
I wish I could say I trained in swordplay as much as I wanted to. But I didn’t.
So, now we have a new year. 2017. Perhaps it’ll be a better year than the last one. Remember that old saying… “The best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. The second best time is now.”
So here I stand, with books unfinished, stilled sword, and battered heart. I was made to endure, and endure I will. This year will be mine, one way or another.
I will write.
I will read.
I will play the piano.
I will better my skill with all my weapons.
Happy New Year, my friends. May we live every moment of it well.