Auld Lang Syne

Tonight, at the stroke of midnight, Bobby and I, both safe and warm at home, will raise a toast to one another and to life, to the birth of a new year with its unique possibilities, and to the passing of an old one.

2011 was, for me, a year of letting go, a time of shaking burdens off stooped shoulders and continuing the long walk down my own road with a lighter heart.

Clearing the clutter uncovers the simple solaces that life has left for us to find hidden behind the messes.

So tonight, as I clink my glass against the one in Bobby's hand, I will whisper with a smile, "Goodbye ... Hello."