Another year, another list of resolutions and goals. Remembering and trying to forget, and all of those reassessed evaluations of life. I am currently cuddled up on my couch, parenthood reruns playing in the background, and my Christmas tree silently begging me not to take it down just quite yet. (OK, maybe you could take that flip it and reverse it because Lord knows what I am going to put in that lonely corner once it's gone... to home goods I go?) Moving right along...
One of the things my husband has encouraged me to resume this year is blogging. From the sweetest of places in his heart, as he knows its something I use to so enjoy, and gave up due to the natural busyness of life. But writing is in my blood. Though I may try to escape it with doodles and wandering thoughts, its there nagging at me like the most lovely sound of dripping water. If there were such a thing.
So here I am. Starting fresh, like everyone else on January 3rd. It's a beautiful thing isn't it? The new spring in everyones step. The hopeful look in each of our eyes. The determined strut we'll hopefully carry out until at least the end of the week. Here's to not letting the fact that my resolution list is almost verbatim with last years list get me down. Here's to continuing to hope. Continuing to be determined with embracing new challenges. Continuing to love, dance, talk it out, cry it out, work it out. Doing more and doing less. Hugging, drinking more coffee, and just being down right silly sometimes. Here's to blogging again.
Hello there 2017, I think you and I are going to get along just fine.
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