So I’ve been reading The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up and I’m extremely eager to get started decluttering my own home. Before A was born we did some frantic rushing around the house and the result was transferring all of the junk in our storage room turned master bedroom to the basement. It is like a box maze down there — when my mom and her partner were here, Eric literally coughed and a pile of cardboard toppled down. Add in an overstuffed, small master bedroom closet, eighty million preschooler toys that doubled between a birthday and Christmas,
I had a decent run of reading books in the early part of 2016 — I had my library card set up, my e-reader going, my wishlist set up — but then I lost my Kobo charger, couldn’t find it, got busy, and gave up. I know that’s a ridiculous reason to quit reading for most of the year, but as soon as the Kobo died in spring I just couldn’t be bothered to put forth the effort. I think I set too lofty a goal, to be honest.
This year, I’m hoping to spend some of my ‘dead time’
I know the idea of choosing one word as an intention for the year ahead is kind of trendy right now, but in my experience, it’s a concept that works! I did the same last year, choosing soar. I picked that word because I wanted to do more than rise, and I also wanted to remember how birds soar naturally – without fear or without wondering if they actually know how.
This year, my word is bloom.
Why bloom, for 2017? I feel like I am ready to put the hard parts of the last two years firmly behind me.
I always feel like I can’t fully move onto the next year until I go through what happened the year prior — to look over all the ups and downs and remind myself of where I was at the start, and how it ended. I realize I’m a few days late on this, but one thing I’m already accepting this year is the fact that speed is not currently on my side. 😉
We started the year with an open invitation for friends to join us at our house for a bonfire and burgers,
Last year when midnight rang in I was angry. I remember sitting in bed, staring out the window to the streetlight outside, feeling nothing but bitter. 2015 hit me with all that it had. In trying to make sense of that year, I found a quote that said, “Some years are questions, and some years are answers.” 2015 threw all kinds of questions and challenges at me – will I be able to get out from under this darkness, will things become stable, will our family ever grow? I desperately hoped that 2016 would be a year of answers.
So what was 2016,