I have a tendency to want to summarize events and file them away in an organized fashion into my memory. My husband is continually teasing me about this. He senses the direction my mind takes when we get back into the car after visiting family, going out for the night, vacationing–and all I want to do is talk and make sense about what happened.
Naturally, I feel the need to put some sort of label on 2010. Maybe the word I would use is reinvented–I bounced back from being laid off in the spring and embarked upon a new adventure, one involving lots of sugar and flour and a little bit of writing. Through the ups and downs, I ultimately feel good about what I accomplished this year.
The end of 2010 also saw our little house coming together. I had major house envy everywhere we visited in the last few years, but I finally feel at home in my own place. The front room (where the very time-consuming maple ceiling hangs) is nearly finished, helped along by brand new windows and the addition of furniture that had been stored in our basement for the last two years. In the afternoon when the sun comes pouring in and the wood stove is merrily pumping out warmth, it's the perfect spot to read and drink tea. That's exactly how I plan on spending the next few months: relaxing, learning to appreciate the quiet, and thinking up big plans for the rest of the year.
Mon, January 3, 2011