... which is always cause for celebration.
In the midst of a somewhat bonkers week, when I have had literally to go from meeting to meeting to meeting, it is good to pause just for a moment, and to be grateful.
Overall being 56 was good, even against a back drop of local and global politics that makes my blood run cold. I've had some lovely times away - notably Florence, Orkney and Crete - and shared in some lovely moments with others. It's been the year in which the idea of an anthology of Baptist women's writing was conceived, and in which the manuscript has been sent off to the sponsors for publication. It's been a year in which I managed to stop taking most of my medication, in the end prefering the side effects of my anti-cancer meds to those of the meds for them! It's been a year in which I took stock of myself and enrolled on an evening class in sprituality, decided to brush up my school-girl French, and took up Pilates. And of course, it's been the year in which I celebrated being ten years in Glasgow.
So, yes, 56 has been good! And now on to 57 and a whole new chapter to write.
I have so much to be grateful for - being here at all is a gift I could not have conceived nine years ago - and I am determined to live my 'best life' in the coming days, months and, hopefully, years.