Weeks leading to the season of Mystery. Joyful days of Christmas, living into the heart of the mystery itself. The Church’s New Year begun. Days left on the calendar year.
Where to go from here?
Quite obviously, I took time away from the blog-front to finish up the last-minute gifts. Now I have to deal with the consequences of house neglect and the incoming gift explosion. But more than that is the continual contemplation of my life as it is. My husband says this next year is “the” year. It’s his 30th. I think I thought the same for my 30th, too, but that has come and gone. I’m hesitant to say life is what it is with a sort of resigned sigh, but that’s what comes to mind.
Unfortunately for me, I have a hormonal challenge to overcome this week of weeks to bring back the optimist in me. I hope to make the right lists, the right resolutions and the right choices. I’m barking at the kids to make the right choices. They know what is right and wrong (i.e. be kind, put things back,etc.). I know what is right and wrong, too, supposedly. Often, though, I don’t make the right choices, either.
So, here’s to getting the funk out of the system, to making the right choices and to living lovingly and simply. Our T days this week will include lists, lists that I hope will help me in the coming year. If they help you, consider it a late gift. 🙂