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.
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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...
High hopes...exactly what I have, friend ;-) Enjoy this sweet time...
ReplyDeleteMaybe if we all have high hopes...it will make a difference somehow. That would be really cool, wouldn't it??
DeleteA new year starts every day you still get out of bed, y'know?
ReplyDeleteToo philosophical?
;p
Wait...I thought getting out of bed every day was a miracle..??!! ;D
DeleteI like the first week of the new year because I can shop for calendars and planners and everything that gladdens my overly organized soul -- at 75% off, too. The second and third week I try to stay home because so many people are made miserable by the unlovely aspects of January, such as preparing for tax season, sticking to unrealistic resolutions, finding out their job is in peril (or gone), etc. The fourth week I go out to plant a tree somewhere on my grandmother's birthday, as that's how I remember her ever since she went to the next place. This year will be tree #37. :)
ReplyDeleteYou and your organizers---though I was just in Staples this morning and made a wish list for the sale next week...;D
DeleteThat's a cool thing, planting a tree for your grandmother. And wow, number 37..!?!?!