I'm feeling quietly confident that this will be the year for me. That it will be more good than bad. That I'll keep moving forward, slowly but surely. As long as I don't get over-enthusiastic. Excess enthusiasm is a recipe for falling into a big pit of despair. My emotional responses are over the top, so the more I practice regulating them, the better. It's going to be a great year!
My sister is out of hospital and recuperating at home.
It's getting late, I'll post more tomorrow.