2011. A year of friends, of family, of a new relationship and a whirlwind trip to Japan. A sad death in the family that led to a long over-due reunion. A new home brought a best friend a bit closer to my delight. California enticed my brother and another best friend away from this rainy city to my dismay. New babies joined my circle of friends, sweet little ones that change everything in the best way. Plans to go out no longer consist of finding the bar with the best cocktails in town, instead we search for family-friendly restaurants and local parks with the best spots for picnics and swings, happily catering to these tiny humans who have so much power over us.
This was a fast year. Perhaps the fastest yet. Beautiful, fun, challenging, full of life, love, learning.
2012? This will be my year for some reflection. For making home a top priority, whether “home” is my house or my spirit, my friendships or relationship. Home as that place where the heart rests and is nourished. It will be a year for pulling out my beautiful cookbooks and using them. For slowing down and making dates with myself. For writing short stories full of awkward lines and cliches until I’m able to sort through and create something worth sending off to a kind friend for editing and commenting. For creating bad art that looks crude, ridiculous, and amateur, but makes me happy. For growing cucumbers and canning pickles. For having dinner parties. For playing “aunt” to the beautiful children in my life. For baking bread and trying out new cookie recipes. For making time out in nature a priority. For remembering that the body is a temple and treating it as such.
This will be a wonderful, full year if I have any say in the matter. Happiest twenty twelve to everyone.
Love this, and you. Happy 2012.
Love you, too!