Wednesday, January 2, 2013
I’m not setting specific goals this year. But I have a direction, and I have my ideals set more firmly before my eyes as I move forward. I am making more from food, fabric, and the little bits of beauty in my home. I am wearing lipstick that works with my (Very New!) pretty brown hair - orangey reds and pinks and things I could never really rock as a blond. I’m learning to enjoy each experience despite distractions that grate on my compulsive little nerves and laughing more at myself. I’m older in more ways than time can give than I was last year. Older, more joyful, and a little sadder. I’ve become that person wounded by the violence of others - I have trouble discussing tragedies: abortions, shootings, wars. I cry at country songs, and Christmas songs, and even Christian country songs (an awful hybrid designed solely to make the weak among us (me) weepy). I swear more and drive slower than I did ten years ago. I also think more and talk less (really, I do) and am more and more uneasy spending time in big cities, or among too many people. All in all, I can't wait to see where the year goes.