Down to the cardboard

Life is like a loo-roll.  We use it up, sheet by sheet, carefully, carelessly, parsimoniously, extravagantly but never with the thought that one day it will run out.

Each year as it begins, fills most of us with at least some expectations, hope, dreams, ideas, resolutions, and each year, as it ends finds some or sometimes none of those anticipations have come to fruition.

That is not to say that we have failed, or that life has failed us, merely that as time passes and events overtake dreams we lose sight of our earlier plans.

I had vowed never to make a New Year's Resolution again, at least, not publicly, but since I have exposed some of my more personal thoughts, reflections etc. in this blog many people have, in their comments brought about a change of perspective.

2011 saw more of my inner conflict opened up to public view than I had originally intended, while still I kept my most personal emotions for the privacy of my large - very large - diary.

This year I have abandoned the idea of keeping a written record and will try to give my daily angst a good shower and brush-up before exposing (some) of it to the readers of this blog.

This morning, still not well enough to venture out to church, I decided instead to get my on-paper life in some sort of order and have just finished shredding last year, so to speak.

Whether this will result in a more positive attitude remains to be seen, but at least I can no longer wallow in my private miseries and read and re-read them to reinforce their miserable message.  

Many of the people who read (and comment) on this blog have given good advice over the past 12 months, I hope to try to take some of it, and if I fail, will do so publicly.  A salutory thought!

To all of you, whether readers, or reader-commenters, a very Happy Healthy and Blessed 2012.