It's New Year's Eve, the boys are watching football, and I am sitting here by the fire grateful that we are having a quiet evening at home. I have much to write about these past few weeks, but for now it feels more fitting to be looking ahead to the New Year.
There is always so much hope about looking ahead, and it's exciting to think I have an entire year - 365 glorious days - to learn, create, grow, become. For me, it's not so much about resolutions as it is about continuing the journey I am on, but in a better way.
Two years ago I decided to not bother with Resolutions; instead, I chose one word, or idea, to carry with me throughout the New Year. In 2009 I chose the word embrace to remind me to be fully present in a moment without conscious thought of yesterday or tomorrow.
Last year I chose the idea to learn to love what is good for me. It was an idea that helped me physically, spiritually, emotionally, and intellectually.
This year I want to learn to not take myself too seriously. I want to be an adult with a child-like freshness. I want to bring out the me that I tend to keep hidden from others. So, this year I pick fun as my word.
Fun, as in this year I will do things such as . . .
walk barefoot in the grass;
get up early just to watch the sunrise;
teach the boys the funny camp songs I know;
read Anne of Green Gables;
wear red danskos;
play the guitar on the back porch, instead of inside;
write a children's story/poem;
paint on a canvas, and have it framed;
try a new recipe once a week;
plant tomatoes and grow basil;
and make weekly visits to the Farmer's Market.
Next year - soon to be this year - I will not take myself too seriously.
I will be fun, have fun, and experience fun.
Seriously. I will.