Don't Call It a Comeback
Okay, so it's been a long time since I have graced the airwaves with a post. It's not that there haven't been any post-worthy moments. On the contrary, there have been millions! But, there haven't been post-worthy moments where I have been sitting in front of my computer, uninterupted by the little things like work, kids, life.
For me, it's just been Happy New Year. Ironically, if I were Jewish, it really would be! For me, September has always represented the dawn of a new day, a new season, a new year. Life gets back to routine, schedules become predictable and time becomes...mine.
This week's milestone was my 39th birthday. The end of a decade, the end of an unbelievable ten years is now just 363 days away. In the past ten years I have checked off a lot of boxes on the to do list of life: boy, girl, house, career. Marriage is sooo last decade and death is, well - it damned well better be decades away!
I bought a new planner. I had to - it was time to turn a new page on a lot of things in my life, and the easiest way to avoid crossing things out was to get a new book! I am so giddy every time I flip to another day, week, month and see a blank canvas of opportunity - some pages itching to be filled and plenty just praying to stay delightfully, purposefully blank.
That's my "new year's resolution". More blank pages. More spontaneous laughter - less overcommitting - less stress. Why? Because it's past time. There's no more ignoring the signs - the repeated signs that it's time to enjoy the days as they come, not miss them after they are gone. Want three more great reasons? Check out my photo. They're all the reasons I need.