There's something about the end of Christmas Day that settles me. Maybe it's the excitement winding down, or the anticipation of the New Year ahead. I'm not sure, but I like this feeling every year. I want to clean (well, after recovering from all the holiday hub-bub) and throw out and reorganize. I have high hopes, but not so high that I'll instantly disappoint myself. And while I could begin fresh and new just any old day, there's something hopeful about doing it in a few days, on the first day of the first month of a new year.
Notice this journal here began December 1st. I can't seem to start anew with something in the middle of the month or midweek. I have to have definite beginnings, so January 1st works fine with me.
And taking into consideration that I'm not an idealist, I tend to be pretty fair with myself. There will be few expectations that are too difficult to attain. Well, I hope not. I turn fifty in February, and that's enough to tackle in one year, don't you think? Plus, the ages that a few of the kids will reach in 2009 will be 20, 18, 16 and 13. Awesome years in themselves. Phew! This coming year will be full of milestones.
Notice this journal here began December 1st. I can't seem to start anew with something in the middle of the month or midweek. I have to have definite beginnings, so January 1st works fine with me.
And taking into consideration that I'm not an idealist, I tend to be pretty fair with myself. There will be few expectations that are too difficult to attain. Well, I hope not. I turn fifty in February, and that's enough to tackle in one year, don't you think? Plus, the ages that a few of the kids will reach in 2009 will be 20, 18, 16 and 13. Awesome years in themselves. Phew! This coming year will be full of milestones.
