I have felt a little, um, numb for the past couple days. Not really unhappy, just numb. I’ve enjoyed playing with the baby. Our family dinners together have been without incident. I’m no longer edgy. But there’s a blah zone happening. Like I felt inside when I birthed Fiona. Empty.
I am caught between where I was and where I want to go. And as much as I want this evening to be the magical night when my fairy godmother comes down and gives me a fresh perspective, all the free time I could ever imagine using, and a loan to kick-start my new business, I’m still where I am. New Year’s Eve ain’t changing that. However…
There is a pretty powerful thought I like to think every once in a while.
Every day is another chance
to start over
And so I plan to do just that. Tomorrow I’ll work as hard as I always do to
clarify, intentionally act, edit, and plan my life.
We are all doing our best at any given time. Here’s to this year’s best kicking last year’s best to the curb.
Happy New Year to all you wonderful people.
I love and appreciate you all!