The Christmas season has come and gone. The calendar has
turned a significant page. And those that tend to be triskaidekaphobic will
be cringing for the next 363 ½ days (since 1 ½ days are in the history books).
We had a lovely Christmas, mostly because of the many things we took part
in before the 24th. Family members, don’t dismay, we had a great
time with you as well. But we truly enjoyed the entire season this year and
didn’t get too wound up about a single day or two. It was heart-warming and
fulfilling and I’m proud of my little girl and what she contributed to others’
Christmas enjoyment. She truly understands that Christmas is not just about
what she receives. Today marks the first day back to “reality” as I put it, as I’m back to work and begin the slow crawl through January. I’m peaceful about it this year, having done enough of everything I wanted to do while off work. Most importantly, I didn’t set goals for the time off, so I wasn’t disappointed when it came to an end. I enjoyed my time at home, I did a good amount of tidying, re-organizing, purging, craft time, game time, baking, smooching and cuddling with Smidgie….and Rocketman.
It feels good to start January with a positive outlook, and no resolutions.
Well no ridiculous resolutions anyway. I’m always happy to stride ahead towards
a better me; in fact I’ve already signed up for a course that begins in a few
weeks. I just don’t want to make unrealistic stress-inducing resolutions.
I hope that each of you is feeling at peace with yourself and looking to
the new year as an opportunity to grow, do some good and share. 
