Welcome to 2016!

So….

2015 turned out to be my year of rest:

  • I didn’t blog at all.
  • I decided to take a break from writing over the summer and that gradually turned into the rest of the year.
  • And, a few days into December, I walked away from Facebook (well, as much as I could — I still found myself checking notifications once a day or so).
This is a Last Year’s Remembrance list. This is not a New Year’s Resolution list,¬†because I know myself well enough to not make promises that I may or may not be able to keep.
Here are the moments I hope to remember from 2015:
  • Fuzzy and I started a crochet business on Etsy and even sold a few things. I will always remember the Mondays I spent with her as we untangled yarn, sorted our stashes, and created new and beautiful items to sell.
  • Dan and I celebrated our tenth year of marriage. I’m still one of the luckiest women I know.
  • We went to the U.K. for two weeks at the beginning of the year. We spent most of our time in and around London, and two glorious days in Scotland. I think Scotland might be my heart’s true home.
  • We climbed up the stairs in St. Paul’s and sat in the dome while we listened to the organist practice. Then we sat with the choir during evensong. It was magical.
  • We spent a cold, cloudy morning at Stonehenge. And then the clouds parted and the sun hit the old stones, lighting them up like performers on a stage.
  • Between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, Dan and I spent a few days in Palm Springs. We hiked the Tahquitz Canyon and stood in front of a waterfall. I realized that I actually really enjoy hiking.
  • My sorority chapter dissolved and became something even better: a group of¬†women who mean the world to me.
  • I hosted a Christmas party that was both well attended and joyous.
  • I gained a couple of wonderful friends.
  • I didn’t lose anyone this year.
Basically, I lived my life in 2015. And it’s a good one. I needed to “smell the roses” for a while, and I’m glad I did. I have some new ideas and I think I might be ready to write again this year.
But we’ll see what happens next.
Stonehenge in the sun

Stonehenge in the sun on a cold winter’s morning.

 

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