I took break from blogging over the holiday’s, but now it’s time to get back to business.
( Ok so really I forgot about posting things but we’re going to just pretend that I took a break. )
A new year lies before us, and with it come new goals. One’s I have right now are to finish my children’s stories I’m working on, and get them illustrated ( maybe I will, maybe I won’t, we’ll have to see if I can pass my own scribbles off as drawings ). I am going to get ( for lack of knowing what the professional term for this is ) my script reader’s portfolio together. I want to look deeper into what the possibilities for a freelance writer are, and if something like that might be for me.
I am also going to continue my new found love for art history. Never in a million years would I have thought that something like that would interest me, but then you never know where your next interest might come from. This one reason I think it’s important to always branch out and look at things you never have before. Your world is only as small as you allow it be, after all.
Maybe, just maybe, I’ll make watercolor greeting cards like I’ve wanted to for so long. If I could get that done this year too, it would be quite the extra bonus, I think. Last but not least, I plan on mastering yoga! Well, I plan on attempting yoga, hopefully without ripping anything important, and that’s about the same thing, right?
So nothing super exciting, I suppose, but they are things that I’ve really been wanting to get done for a long time, and if not now, when?
Still, even as we move forward, we can not forget to look back ever now and again to remember the amazing things we’ve done so far, even down to the smallest moment on the back patio on late summer evening.
Last year, I took a slip a paper each night before I went to sleep and wrote down one thing that I enjoyed that day, one thing that I found beautiful, one thing that I never wanted to forget. I kept them in a jar, and it sits on my shelf. A jar of all the memories of the year that came before. I am always afraid that I’m going to forget some important little detail about my life I don’t want to let go of, but I was always too lazy to keep a journal. So this was my alternative. Turns out, it worked out perfectly. Now I don’t have to worry about forgetting.
I have a new jar now, for the new year, and I can’t wait to see what I’ll fill it with.
The view outside my window this morning was a chilly one, wrapped in frozen beauty that clings onto the land even as it’s grip slowly begins to loosen. There’s something about winter that seems so stubborn and determined to make it’s mark each year it comes back, despite knowing that it will inevitably fade away. There is something about this cold stubbornness that makes me love it even more. It seems like the perfect attitude to take with us into this year. Never giving up, no matter what.