December 31. A day that entails the release of the old and the celebration of the new. Counting that the crap of the past year will stay put and space for the new and the hopeful will open before us. The last few days of this year were how I want the next year to feel. Loved and accomplished and slow and full and nourished.
My word for 2017 was "compassion", specifically towards myself. Not to judge myself too harshly for whatever shortcomings I may see in myself, and I see a lot of them. I'm not sure I actively thought about compassion past February. I've certainly judged others quite a bit this year for how I felt they let me down. Not too much compassion there.