Is it really here? A new year? Geez. Where did 2013 go? Time rushes past—a blur of memories. I think something happened this past year. Oh yes, quite a lot. I might have fried some brain circuits trying to remember it all.
The big things are easy. I had a kid. I published a book. My grandfather died.
But it’s those little things I strive to keep. The night my husband walked in with a dozen roses—just because. Those quiet mornings listening to my daughter snore. That double blue line on the pregnancy test. Hot air balloons. Painted zebra faces. New friends. New curtains. Giddy laughter. Pond water. Bamboo. Toffee ice cream. Summertime sweat. Mint leaves. Hot cider. Goggles. Fresh snow. Soiled diapers. The Littlest Christmas Tree.
So what’s in store for 2014? I will finish book 2 of the Niniers. I will refine my photography. I will dance more and complain less. I will sing in my car—loudly and off-key. I will lose myself in my imaginary world and torture my characters with some evil plot. I will fret and worry for my children, but I will encourage and laugh and not be afraid to get dirty. I will unashamedly eat my empty carbs, drink my Red Bulls, and exercise all the harder to make up for it. I will create. I will improve. I will thrive.
What about you? What will you remember from 2013? What do you hope to gain in the coming year?