It's New Year's Eve. The dawn of 2026 and I'm not entirely sure where 2025 went. But it's gone, so that's that.
New Year is traditionally the time for resolutions. Actions that will achieve all those goals you've been setting yourself. Trouble is, life has a nasty habit of getting in the way of good intentions.
And how many resolutions actually make it even to the end of January? Is the cold, still dark and dreary time of the year really the best time for trying to make changes, whatever the calendar says?
I'm not making resolutions. I have a few hopes - more of them in the next few weeks - but nothing is getting set in stone.
The first meeting of my RNA Chapter for the year - which will be next Tuesday - has traditionally become the time for people to disclose their forward plans. I'm looking forward to hearing what they are, and cheering friends on. I'm going to be a bit more cautious. Be careful what you wish for.
I have some ideas - as I said, hopes - but if getting older has taught me anything, it's how unpredictable life can be.
So - no resolutions. But I am hoping that 2026 will be good year. And I hope that it will be for you too.
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