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I typed the title and went to save it, only to be reminded by Word that I’d already written something with the same name. It turns out I started off last year with a January blog entry called, “I Love Mondays”. Okay, so I’m repetitious.  But now I’m also thwarted. I have to find another title. Maybe I’ll just leave it blank for now.

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I do love Mondays! My cold is on the wane; I’ve been talked out of procrastinating; sleeves are rolled up; I’m ready to push ahead.

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Mondays, especially in January, have that crisp, fresh-start feel. There’s something exhilarating about the long look ahead into a new week and another year.  ::crouching a bit here and ducking in case a Monday-hater is about to throw something at me::

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It’s a little like facing a blank page. Maybe a little daunting but with so much potential.

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How do you feel about blank pages and new beginnings? [And what title would you suggest for today’s post?]

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[cough] Happy New Year [cough]

It’s New Year’s Eve and [cough, cough] I’m trying desperately to [cough] pull thoughts from my medicated mind for a brilliant year-end post. [cough, gag] Alas, it isn’t happening. Tylenol, Benylin and Otrivin have done their numbing routine on my brain and when I poke it for ideas only drivel flows out. [hack, hack]

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I’m absolutely, positively going to bed before midnight so, [cough, hack] from my location under an afghan on the couch, sipping a steamy hot Chai [cough] while admiring the sparkling tree lights, [no, of course I haven’t taken it down yet] toasting myself opposite a cozy fire and listening to my favourite Josh Groban “Noel” CD, [oh, give it up, Carol; you can’t sound literary no matter how you try so just say HAPPY NEW YEAR and be done with it] I’ll just say HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of you. [I’m not dying; it’s just a cold… cough, cough, cough.]

Anticipating a Fresh Start

Pushed by a bitter breeze, tiny whitecaps scuttled over the waves while layers of winter-tinted cotton batting clouds stretched across the sapphire sky mimicking the mountainous shoreline. From inside the ferry’s forward lounge we admired the view. Maybe if we hadn’t known it was the first full day of winter we might have been lulled into taking a walk on the deck. Watching other more venturesome passengers with chins burrowed into their jackets, bent into the wind and clutching at hats, however, I was less inclined to be enticed outside.

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It was a beautiful day, full of anticipation as we travelled to Vancouver Island for Christmas week with some of our family. There were grandchildren to see, special worship services to attend, Christmas gifts to share, family doings to catch up on, turkey and trimmings to consume (and consume it we did; you can never have too much turkey).

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It’s been a wonderful week, but now suddenly it’s time to head homeward again. We’re into the last week of December. I don’t relish leaving our family, but there are different things to anticipate at the other end of our return ferry trip… new beginnings to accompany the coming New Year.

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What are you looking forward to in the New Year? Have your writing goals changed?