We arrived home at 2am this morning, from a 12 day trip to the West coast. Walking into our house felt oddly fresh and new. Of course, I was looking forward to my own bed and my own shower’s water pressure- but our home felt different to me today. I like different. I like new. I like fresh starts.
January firsts have always been a mixed bag of thoughts for me. Part of me wants to resolve a million things, part of me doesn’t…most of me wants to purge every corner of my house of anything that doesn’t belong…but all of me wants change. I ordered a letterpress print for this year that is actually a checklist of sorts- the title is “Big Things Happen One Day At A Time” and I am supposed to fill in one thing I want to work on, one day at a time. I’m oddly excited to make this decision, and although there are several things I will resolve to work on this year- I need this one to be special.
There is a swirl in my head that I want to be quieted before I make any moves toward resolutions. My mind is pinging like a pogo stick from to-do’s to desires to desperations…between being hopeful and hopeless, excited yet overwhelmed. I believe this is a good place to dwell for a minute or a week, whatever is necessary.
By the way, our Washington Christmas was wonderful. It was awesome to be there for the holidays- we haven’t been in several years. My parents are the best hosts and it was great to see all our family and a few friends. The plane rides actually weren’t nearly as traumatic as they could have been and we didn’t even use benadryl. It was worth it all- the beauty of the northwest is incomparable in my opinion. I sipped coffee and sat on the couch staring at water and mountains plenty. Thank you for having us mom and dad- you guys are the best!
Cheers to 2015- to fresh starts- to making things happen one day at a time.