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.