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A Very Very Merry



This year has been yet another one of discovery. As we inch closer and closer to the new year, I'm getting that old reflection feeling that I suppose comes with this time of year. I'm also realising that as we enter 2009, I wonder how I will finish the sentence "This time last year I was..."

There have been ups, downs, highs, lows and more adventure then I expected. There have been disappointments and surprises, laughter and tears, frustration and joy.

All lives are filled with these types of emotions - whether ride the roller coaster with a backpack or in the car on the morning commute, it's hard to constrain life into the box in which you had expected it to squish.

I should have been writing more this year because I have been through some periods which I think were important in this journey I'm on. Sometimes its easier to leave it in your head for awhile.

And I imagine, now that I have some time off, the thoughts will crystalise into a better message then what perhaps I had been feeling in the heat of many moments this year.

I sat down today to write a Merry Christmas message, to let you all know how you know that no matter how little you have touched my lives, there is a difference in mine because of your influence. That I hope you eat to much turkey and drink too much wine and avoid the family arguments that can sometimes take their toll on the holiday.

But I guess sometimes the words take you in a different direction and you have to sometimes follows those too.

So Merry Christmas Everyone. I'll be here again before the New Year. And I already feel myself turning a bit, just a little bit, around a totally new corner. I think it must be that end-of-the-year feeling.

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On another note, HAPPY BIRTHDAY STANLEY! We were all so excited for your arrival last year and can't believe it's been a whole year!! Enjoy your cake...

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