We're a day away from drawing a line under this year and counting our blessings (and cursing our shortcomings). I thought I'd try for something cunningly clever today, it being the next to last day of 2025 and all. Then I saw the 'precocity' warning light flashing on my forehead in the mirror, and that was the end of that bright idea.
I would hope your 2025 was good, and if not good, then kind to you and yours. I've had better years, and I suspect a lot of us could say the same thing. I welcome the arrival of 2026 and the hope and promise of what it may bring for us all.I realize a year from now some of us may not be here to read the update to this entry (or write it, for that matter), but while the actors and actresses are changed and exchanged daily (in every aspect of our everyday lives), the play goes on. We switch partners, but continue in the dance.
2025 was the best of years and the worst of years. 2026 will be the same.
It's not really a matter of the number of days and hours in a year, or a lifetime, but what we do with the space between the beginning and the end. I hope you have all the space you need for what you need to do, and I look forward to talking to you in the next year.
-bill kenny
2025 was the best of years and the worst of years. 2026 will be the same.
It's not really a matter of the number of days and hours in a year, or a lifetime, but what we do with the space between the beginning and the end. I hope you have all the space you need for what you need to do, and I look forward to talking to you in the next year.
-bill kenny
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