A year ago, I made a wish for a year that was pain-free, and I threw out a cheeky, offhand comment that in 365 days I would have my answer, if it did turn out to be that.
Today is the final day and I didn't get that wish. I didn't get it in spades, instead surviving the worst year of my life.
But I am still here. Blink twice, pinch yourself. Nope. STILL HERE.
Go, me. Go, Bridget.
The stands are empty today. Everyone's getting ready to celebrate. I have different plans for tonight.
I'm sitting on the floor with a pound of determination, an ounce of courage and a dribbly little thimble full of moxie and I'm gluing the pieces of me back together. It's painstaking work, my arms are aching and I've only just started. I see that a few pieces are missing, and the rest are scratched and chipped but when put together I know you won't be able to notice a thing.
I have until midnight.
Happy New Year to you and yours. May it be everything you wish for and more.
