A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. ~Oscar Wilde
Showing posts with label New Year. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Year. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

2015 Wishes

My life is about taking it easy;living simply and not asking too much from myself; being grateful for the things I have and the things I can do; being thankful for each day, each moment; being gracious to those around me and to myself.

For the New Year, I don't have tons of goals I wish to achieve. 

At the end of each day, I simply want to go to bed knowing that this day was enough. That each small task completed, each smile given, every part of that day, that it all was enough. That the day was perfect--probably flawed, but perfect none the less.

There are some simple things I want to infuse more of into my life.

more smiles.

more kisses.

more hugs.

more lace.

more dancing.

more music.

more concerts. 

more tea time 
curled up on the couch time
 with cozy socks and blankies time
 and time with my babes.

more painted finger nails.

perhaps a bit more organization.

and because I tend to believe less is more....

less worries.

less hurries.

less phone.

less new stuff. 

fewer things done and bought without need.

This year, I want to focus on the things that matter: my family, my friends, and myself. I want to embrace it all, in all of life's messy and wonderful glory. 

Each day, one day at a time, one breath and one moment at a time. 

Welcome to the new year.

Monday, December 31, 2012

Forgiven for the New Year

Yesterday, Buster crawled up on my face at nap time. For the first time in two and a half years, he noticed that I also exist in the bed. For the first time in two and a half years, he did not purposefully walk around me as though I was some sort of plague laying in his way.

he looks a little leery still, but who can blame him after what I did?
You see, somewhere around two and a half years ago, he was stretched out on my belly, sleeping peacefully. And he got kicked. He pretty much has not paid me much attention since then, not even to fake spray my leg while I'm watching television. It didn't help that I brought home a screaming baby 23 months ago, and it helped even less when that baby noticed his glorious tail and decided she needed to GRAB IT NOW!

Needless to say, Buster has been miffed at me. Stuart and Sassy thought I brought them home a fun new toy, and Sassy has taken to the baby like her own. 

Zaxby pees more often on random items to let me know she's around. Since the baby calls her Rat now, I let it slide. 

But Buster, the gloriously dumb fur-bag, has just hated on me like the obvious scum that I am. I mean, really? Who would do that? Get pregnant and then have the audacity to not leave the screaming thing at the pound? Crazy.

But the point of all this, is that we will be starting the New Year off on a new foot, a forgiven foot. If Buster forgiving me is any sort of insight into what this New Year will bring for us, it's going to be a good one!

Happy New Year, Everyone!