This might be a part one of a few posts, as a year of goals takes shape over the next few days…
It has been a weird 8 days. I have so much to say and no ability to write it here. I’m with family at the moment and it feels as though the words don’t want to flow even though we are doing little but resting. Last night we had some not so fun moments (car trouble and mom taking a bit of a tumble) that hopefully won’t cost me five million dollars to repair (car, that is – hoping mom doesn’t need an ER visit). But other than that, I have done little besides cook, eat, nap, and sit around like an absolutely useless blob. In many ways it’s glorious. Haha.
But I also feel a bit of a pull toward this next year, and therefore feel a pull away from the quiet of this holiday season (at least in my family it’s quiet), toward the new. There is much to be decided, much to figure out and so much to hope for. There is also the missing – missing the person that occupies much of my heart and mind. While all the while I am missing him, I fear the worst. I am equal parts ready to move toward my future and nervous about what lies ahead.
I’m sure we’ve all heard this and variations of it countless times – a new year is a blank slate. The possibility of getting closer to where I want to be is an exciting thought. It’s just as nerve wracking to consider how little may change when I absolutely want change. Over the next few days, while I contemplate what my word for the year is, and where I’ll start molding this future I’ve been waiting for, I am doing so with excitement and a little anxiety mixed in.
What does 2025 hold for you? Are you excited or nervous about what lies ahead?
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