I love beginnings.
So full of firsts and possibilities.
I had a dream-filled night’s sleep last night. Dreams that were so vivid I actually thought I was there, in those moments until something would jar me just awake enough to remember that I was only in my bed. It’s nights like that which spawn my days of insane creativity-aspiration wise. There are so many things I want to accomplish, so many projects I want to undertake and when I wake up after a night of vivid dreaming, I want to do them all right away. I don’t know whether it’s because of the dreams or not, but everything I want to do becomes that much clearer, that much sharper in the morning and I can actual envision everything as it would be completed.
I have to finish my latest book. I’ve been procrastinating like crazy because I think a part of me is sad to see the end of this series. Also partly because I know I’m saying goodbye to a beloved character and we all know how I feel about goodbyes. But I have to finish it, because I know that when I do, so many other great book projects can get started. I have to finish it, because I truly think it’s the best thing I’ve written (or partially written) so far.
I have some sewing projects I want to wrap up. This will be a pleasure now because, flooring me beyond belief, my daughter Keisha gave me both a new sewing machine and a dress form for Christmas this year.
I am going to find a new job. It’s important for me to feel like I’m contributing in a fiscal way and since the old house isn’t sold and the new one is being lived in and the 13 year old is getting braces, well, we kind of need me to. But beyond the need part financially, I actually really enjoy working. I’m hoping to find something that I love almost as much (or more than) I loved my previous job.
I’m going to make an effort to be healthier in general. I used to walk all the time, now I am a major homebody. Part of that is the amount of snow and actual winter we’ve had the last few weeks, and we all KNOW I’m not a winter girl, but part of it is me cocooning myself inside because that’s my ‘safe’ place. We are lucky enough to live in a place where we have our very own woods on the property. I need to spend more time in there. I do some of my best thinking while walking in the woods. I’ve always loved it.
I have some great books to read as well and some new online friendships to foster. I have to remember to give myself permission to feel joy and happiness and not dwell on negatives. I’m looking forward to that.
As this week draws to its inevitable end and we prepare to send our oldest back to Ontario, I’m going to spend as much time as possible soaking up the laughter that has literally been busting from the walls of this house the last few days. Now that the family is in the starting stages of growing up and moving out and moving on, I appreciate it even more when we’re all home together. It’s a kind of love and happiness that cannot be bought.
I’m ready for the new beginnings. I’m excited for what this year will bring.