Deep winter is blowing in and the magic of the world is in slumber. My coffee is hot, my chair is cozy and yes, it is time to blog again. Weeeeeeee!

I’ll have alot more to say in the coming days, but for now I want to pass on the hope that came to me.

Not real sure where it came from because it wasn’t like I had a stellar New Year’s Eve. It was actually the very first one ever that I had to work. And of all the nights for the residents to actually be sleeping, they chose the one where we would begin a new decade. The mania of other nights, the ones where ten of them wake within the first hour of shift and wander about in want of various comforts, did not exist. It was eerily quiet. Just one stalwart quiet content soul to share my cheap 2010 tiaras with and watch the ball drop. We ordered pizza and enjoyed greasy heaven, wished each other Happy New Year and wandered the halls about our work, guardians of the night.

There have been many a night that I was glad to be night staff, honoured to be on watch, but birthing this new decade was a highlight. And yet it was so so quiet. In the silence I could miss my family partying at home and think of what they mean to me, I could look back over what the past decade has brought to me for better or worse and I could turn full around and face unafraid all that lies before me. All I could feel was hope.

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