It can’t be a coincidence that it’s been a year since I blogged. 2014 has been a long, hard, emotional blur. It’s been quite a ride and sometimes it would be great to know that greatness lies ahead.
In January I found out that new dreams not always turn out to be better ones.
In February I wished I could have been home.
In March it was up up and away.
In April I grew wings.
In May I took a walk at sunrise.
In June it was about seconds ticking by.
In July it felt great to live in Paradise.
In August I was tired but happy.
In September I made every day with Mikko count.
In October I touched down on new ground.
In November I watched the next generation.
In December I hoped that 2015 would be a good one.
I believe.