Well peeps, did you think I'd run off with Santa? Though tempting, no. I really just needed a break from writing, blogging, thinking. Course, I talked to mi familia and friends on Christmas, and the dogs and I always have long conversations, but for the most part these last few days have been peaceful, quiet. I spent an enjoyable Christmas morning opening my gifts and laughing as the boys had more fun with the wrapping paper then they did with the toys inside. Later, I made a great dinner, drank wine and watched sappy Christmas movies. It was a drama-free zone at my house this year and I loved it.
Although...the day before Christmas was overly dramatic with wild torrential rains and flooding, howling winds and snapping tree branches. I thought about all the folks out in the deluge traveling for the holidays, and remembered several times when I barely made it myself because of the weather. Once I was caught in a freak snowstorm and it took me nearly twelve hours to make it the last 100 miles; another time there was a silver thaw--stunning with everything encased in ice--but I was stranded for two days.
As the storm rampaged on Christmas Eve, I could only be glad that for once I didn't have to be out in the chaos. The tempest died sometime in the night and Christmas Day dawned bright and clear with sunny, intensely blue skies. A beautiful contrast.
Over the next couple of days, I will do all the filing in my overflowing inbox and start 2015 with a clean slate. There's something really nice about a new year...but also a bit scary. For some reason, starting a new day doesn't bother me, but a new year does. Weird, I know. There's the chance for disaster, dismay or mayhem on any given day, but facing a whole year of the unknown where anything can and might happen? Daunting, butterflies-in-the-stomach intimidating. But okay, exciting too, maybe even thrilling because fun and adventure are always a possibility.
So I guess what I'm saying is, regardless of what mysteries and challenges await, I have high hopes for 2015...