It's not a New Dawn. That's not how it works. New Year doesn't bring a new start, a wiping clean of the slate, or even particularly refreshed hope.
It brings something though. A clean slate of months lies ahead, blank pages in the diary. Too many blank pages. Not enough excitement, anticipation or hope. I'm on hold now as much as I was on hold in November / December, waiting for an illness I cannot control to ebb away. I've done as much as I can, and like a cold which lasts a week if you treat it, seven days if you don't, I've neither been able to make things better or worse for myself. Recovery is simply taking as long as it takes. But that doesn't mean I have to like it.
I'd like my hope back now please.
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