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It's a new year. Hope springs up as the clock strikes midnight on the 31st of December.

2009 sucked for a lot of reasons.

2009 wasn't so bad for a lot of reasons.

It sucked because:

The economy was mostly in the toilet and we held our collective breaths for the entire year hoping against hope that we'd hit bottom. The prospect of falling any further was incomprehensible.

Fear accompanied the sucky economy and stressed us all beyond belief. Preoccupation with negative 'what if's' prevailed,  jobs were lost, sleep was a distant dream and confidence faltered everywhere it could possibly falter.

Daughter hurt her knee.

It actually wasn't all bad because:

I work for a young, energetic company steered by a man with cojones of steel and an absolute vision for our baby company. Thank goodness.

Hubby is a teacher, albeit at a private school, but he's pretty secure in his job so long as the school continues to fund technology/yearbook.

Son experienced a stellar year at NYU, and is looking to graduate in May. Holy crap.

Daughter landed a scholarship to Providence College. Another holy crap, right?

Our family's health, overall, is sound. You really can't ask for more than that -- ever.

2010 looks promising on many fronts.

Why 2010 looks promising:

Son graduates from NYU in May.  And he has brilliant prospects. For grad school. For living in NYC after graduation. For a future he's sculpted entirely on his own, at his insistence. Go boy.

Daughter graduates from high school in June. And she has a brilliant future, academically, artistically and athletically. Go girl.

Daughter's knee continues to mend, slowly, and her support team of orthopedic surgeon, physical therapists and sports trainer at school are doing a tremendous job keeping her focused and challenged but safe during her recovery.

The economy is showing signs of awakening. Hopefully we've learned some lessons from the past year and half and abstain from hyper materialism and greed, at least relative to the prior excesses of which we're all guilty on some level.

Embrace the new. Learn from the old. Count your blessings. Always remember the multitude of ways in which you've been blessed. Always.

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