In New York City, the streets are full of people. With only hours until the ball drops, there are people everywhere and more police than I have ever seen trying to control the flow of people and traffic. We just fought the crowds to get back to our apartment where we plan to spend a couple of hours before braving the cold and heading out again to catch some fireworks and see in 2015.

Never one for resolutions, I don’t have a list of things I plan to achieve. As tough as 2014 was, I’m not swearing to leave it behind with promises of new starts. I’ve tried that the last couple of years only to find more difficult times ahead. I have learnt that a clock ticking over to 1 January does not promise anything new. It really doesn’t.

But that doesn’t mean I am not hopeful.

Today, as we spent a most wonderful afternoon in what could be the most beautiful place in NYC, I saw this card:


And then I realised that as much as I don’t care for resolutions, I do care for these things. And it is with pleasure, and a hopeful heart, that I can say that right here, right now, I have all these things. I am healthy – despite diabetes; and I am happy and at peace with who I am.

And in all honesty, that is a really good way to see in the New Year.