This afternoon someone called to wish me a “good crossover” into the New Year. I thought that was a perfectly beautiful way of expressing their wish that I have a Happy New Year. It was their unique way of blessing me.
Wherever you are, if in the middle of a crowd of strangers waiting for midnight to chime. Privately alone at home, listening to Jazz music while eating popcorn, or with family and friends, carefully lighting your own firecrackers to bang your way into the year.
Have a blessed time.
Your crossover into 2020 can be beautiful if you choose to make it so. Lay down your baggage and those tattered claim tickets. Let them fall so that the gust of the new year’s wind carries them in pieces away.
A new day starts soon, with new stories to be lived, ideas thought out and actions taken.
You are freely blessed.
Happy Crossover!
Sending you love from Berlin!
Patricia
The Life Mature 