I didn’t set a resolution.

I didn’t give myself a word.

I didn’t make a list of books I want to read or projects I want to knit or goals I want to accomplish.

2018 is not going to be that kind of year.

It’s going to be big and full and messy and hard and wonderful and I’m not at all ready for it to start, but it’s here already anyway.

Our house is going to undergo a major renovation.

I’m going to turn 40.

Violet is going to “graduate” from elementary school.

(I’m not sure which of those last two is going to be the hardest for me, but based on my internal feelings as I typed them, it’s the latter.)

And I’m going to squeeze every last moment of joy out of it that I can.

Happy 2018!!!

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  • How did I miss this? (Oh, right. My life is kinda falling apart. But I digress.)

    No, not really digressing. (Am a bit stream-of-consciousnessing, though).

    I have no resolutions, words, or lists, either. All of those seem so 2015. I miss doing/caring about such things, but they just feel…frivolous, or something. You have big shifts going on, inside of the big shifts that are happening in the world. Me too. I’d love to spend time contemplating a word for the year, but ain’t nobody got that kind of time right now. (And if they do…I’m having a hard time connecting with/relating to them.)

    I’m just glad that I have some other people to hold onto while I try to keep my balance. That’s what our blogs are to me. I’m really glad yours is here, even if I’m often late getting to it.

    • Oh, I’m so sorry to hear your life is falling apart but I’m so grateful for the kindness and wisdom you share with me whenever you get a chance! Here’s to holding on and getting through the big shifts of 2018. I’m glad we have each other. Hugs to you!!