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Once again, I find myself typing in a huge expanse of white space, riddled with guilt for not having blogged at ALL this month.  But I received a comment on my previous post which inspired me to nip on and bid farewell to 2009, whilst prematurely welcoming in 2010 with you all.

It’s been an odd (and incredibly long, often tedious) year.  I’m not a big believer in drastic changes being made just because the date has moved on a notch, but if this annual event incites folk to bring about positivity and commitment to aspects of their own lives, where they previously felt something was lacking, then I’m all for it.  I gave up smoking exactly a decade ago, needing the ceremony and occasion as back-up.  I failed miserably, of course.  I quit at midnight and by 2am, I had puffed away two of my mum’s revolting Silk Cut extra long throat-scratchers.  But I had decided that the new year began after a good night’s sleep and I smoked no more.  Although, that’s not strictly true either.  I had the sum total of four Marlboro Lights during two drunken nights out, some two years later and when my second cat died and my mum had come to stay, we smoked our way through thirty fags in one week.  I felt it eased the stress immensely and after she’d gone home, I smoked no more, nor craved a cigarette.  That was in 2004.  In October 2005, I was under some extreme pressure at work and sneaked out the back for a stolen fag with a colleague and it was the most disgusting thing I’d ever done.  The wind blew away most of it and from that day on, a cigarette has never passed my lips – it may have taken a full five years, but quit forever I eventually did.

And so, 2009 has waved goodbye to friendships, yet welcomed some incredible new ones and repaired some almost-lost ones.  Not a thing to be sad about, for sure.  And yes – I had a sad and unwelcome event in May, but it pales into insignificance compared to the extent of other people’s troubles and woes.  And I have the most beautiful, laughter-inducing two-and-a-half year old son to lighten the darkest of moments, so how can I really complain?  Michael and me have had a tough year too, but we’re being pushed in the right direction and are probably closer than ever.  Also, some wonderful friends of mine have provided some cheery news of late and there have been a plethora of new arrivals into this corner of the universe.  So, all is not lost.

As we wave goodbye to 2009 and another decade (are we really entering the ‘teens’?) I can but wish you all the best of health, financial stability and happy times for the coming year at least.  As, no doubt, we’ll be here again one year from now, making promises to ourselves and others – and hoping to keep them strong and fruitful during the coming months.  My only resolution (for want of a better word) is to kiss farewell to Twitter and to concentrate on what will be my last year at home with my son.  2010 is about family and friends for me – lots of love to you all and thanks for putting up with me.