In all honesty, I want nothing to do with this whole "new year" thing.
I'm not looking forward to 2014.
I prefer to stay in 2013 for a bit longer... I'd like to linger here. I want to safely be embedded in the chaotic monotony of my normal life. Of my "before" life.
But, alas, I've learned that time stops for no one, now does it?
Last year, I made a vow to be more mindful. I wrote about it here.
I mentioned that I wanted to grow.
I never, ever, in a TRILLION years could have imagined that my growth would be tied to the loss of my Mom.
But, I vow to keep growing. She'd want that.
And another thing: I think that for 2014 I'm going to not only lower the bar -- I'm going to remove it altogether.
I'm going to continue doing what the top of this blog says; I'm going to "mindfully and imperfectly move forward."
But, I'm going to do this with love.
I'll do this with an entirely new perspective on life... on death... on relationships... on families... on parenting... on mothering.
So, 2014... I'm not excited to meet you.
But let's just go slowly and see if we can make this work.
And just know that I'm open to finding a ton of happy.
I'm open to copious amounts of laughter and lightness and love.
2014... if you can bring that, I think we can make this work.
|Found on Sunday in one of my photo frames.|