When I was 34, it was a very good year

Many blogs are doing a review of the year and who am I to buck the trend? Despite what all the news channels keep on saying about everyone being glad 2009 is over because of the banking breakdown and the jobless rate and the swine flu — I still want to say 2009 was a very good year.

Not because it was the year I got an agent or sold. As much as I’d like it to be, it’s not always about me. 🙂

It was a very good year in the sense of the Frank Sinatra song: “When I was 17, it was a very good year…”

Another year is done. I’m alive and healthy (except for this cold I’m fighting). I have a decent job and a wonderful husband. My Little Sis is happily married and she has a new house and an orange-striped cat. I’ve made some very good friends and I’m living one of my lifelong dreams by getting a book published. It can’t be all that bad. In fact, I have to say it’s been pretty good. That’s what I always took from that song. When Franky looks back, they were all pretty darn good. It’s better to remember them that way.

I’m hoping when I’m 35, it will also be a very good year.