I am not one who writes down new years' resolutions. Knowing that it won't last anyway, i guess i don't even bother. Or perhaps because i consider the 1st of January as any other day of the year- no big deal. I actually don't like new years' eves & the first days of January are a time i'd fast-forward if i could. I get filled with nostalgia, and feel a bit unequiped to face another whole year. It's been that way since my teenage years... Until 2014 to my big surprise.
After a really hectic end of year, with days so filled & fast paced that made my head dizzy, my mind spinning & blank, my breath short, & my nights sleepless-I guess i've allowed myself to listen to my 'self'. I felt the need to honor the current me. The one who feels homey. Who needs to protect her time. To nurture her health. Her relationships. Her family. Who needs to slow down, to reconnect with her body, emotions, with nature & the beauty around. And so I did. The first days of the year were spent with no agenda, sleeping in, napping, cooking & baking (just because), taking walks with my wee family, reading, playing, enjoying a cyclone...
And yeah, now i'm wondering if i should really commit to coming back here every week… What if i don't have anything to say. What if i can't make it. Well life happens. Maybe somedays i'll be too caught up in the business of living. Somedays I'll have stories or opinions. Somedays I'll feel prosaic. Somedays i'll only have mundane things to write about. Somedays only pictures to share. Somedays I'll be sharing joy. Some others messes or tears.
But grateful for all of it. Enjoying all of it.