I started writing this on New Year’s Eve.
Which happens to be my favorite holiday.
(I know, it sounds crazy but it’s possible to love Jesus and have that be true. And yet – yes.)
But this year instead of relaxing and reviewing resolutions and goals and crafting new ones, or closing the year with the banging and clanging of pots and pans to keep the evil spirits away (again, yes. It’s tradition…) I downed some TheraFlu and took a few shots of Robitussin.
And I knew it was midnight when a super sonic BOOM pulled me out of my TheraFlu-induced slumber and I mumbled happy new year and slipped back into the fog.
*We did honor one tradition thanks to Matt going totally out of his way to buy ingredients for Sauerkraut soup and making it. It didn’t taste like my mama’s but it was seasoned with the best of intentions and that’s a pretty sweet taste to stave of some of the years’ bitterness.
Five days into 2015 I’m still sick but getting better by the day.
I’m behind in basically all the things but my word for this year is Grace. So … that helps.
Reflecting on last year’s big goals, I’ve accomplished a few of them, and it’s funny but two remain on the list because I’m not finished.
So, I’ve lost 31 pounds bringing me a little more than half way to my goal and I’ve finished and published a book. But I plan to do another. And another. This year I plan to learn about marketing and selling the aforementioned book to support my inclination to write them.
Oh, good news! I thought this was the first time in 15 years I didn’t send out Christmas cards. But guess what? Nope, it’s the second time.
That’s right. I just found a whole pile of cards from last year that I never sent.
Where was it? Ah, yes. In my pile of shame.
But, Grace, remember?
Maybe next year.
Closing by sharing my new Moleskine for the year.
Happy New Year, Friends!