Christmas felt a little bit like a marathon this year.
Yesterday was the first day in 10 that it was just me and my boys.
Funny how a little change-up can get you appreciating the everyday.
While I have loads of photos to post, for now I thought this one from a Christmas long ago kinda wrapped it up:
There were moments where I felt like me on the the left: calm, pleasant, grateful.
But there were also a bunch of moments were I felt more like my littles sister on the right: distraught, emotional, tense and wishing I had some cuter boots.
My thoughts about the new year?
Also pending. They're still whirling about in my head and heart, trying to distill...some, including a few goals are written in my journal (which has suffered significantly since I began blogging) and I'm trying to decide if they should just stay there, safe, or if "proclaiming" them will help me feel greater accountability to accomplish them....thoughts?
I could blog pages everyday and still only have slivers of all I
feel and think and learn.
I love this line from Sue Monk Kidd's Secret Life of Bees
"My heart never stops talking"
The drafts of unfinished posts piling up certainly attest to this.
Maybe it's a good thing not everything that spews from my heart gets posted here.
Happy New Year....the marathon of life continues!
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