New Year’s Eve: easily one of the most anticipated days of the year – or one of the most dreaded. Whether we’re bidding a fond ‘farewell’ to great times or saying ‘good riddance’ to memories we’d rather forget, we tend to spend this time reflecting on the events of the past year before we look ahead to whatever awaits us during the year to come. And it isn’t always easy.

For me, I belong to the group of people who would like to tie up 2013 in a trash bag and throw it on the curb. It can rot in the dump alongside 2012. My family and I have endured enough heartache and loss in two years to last us for quite a while, so I suppose we’re hoping not necessarily for a prosperous or wonderful year, but maybe just one that doesn’t beat us up so much. And I know I’m not alone. Many people feel this way. It’s a little frightening to wonder what life has in store for us in the new year after all we’ve been through.

But as much as I might like to wash 2013 down the drain, I must also show a little gratitude for what the struggles have revealed to me. My friends supported me, even when I was at my worst. I’ve grown closer to others in my family. I appreciate and enjoy my children more. My marriage is stronger than ever. My feelings about what’s really important in life have changed for the better. And I’ve survived, which tells me I’m tougher than I thought.

So, I’m thinking that instead of feeling sorry for myself as I ring in 2014, maybe I’ll rummage through 2013, keep what I need, and toss the rest. Then I’ll start fresh in the morning and take it as it comes, grateful for all that I have. I’m not saying that I won’t grieve or feel sadness or anger, but I just won’t let it consume me. I’ll have another New Year’s Eve whenever I need it, take stock of the good stuff, get rid of the bad, and keep going.

I’m not one for making New Year’s resolutions, but maybe counting my blessings every once in a while is a good start . . .