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).
- 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.