When I did, I found that I was, for the most part, pretty realistic. And that some of the things I resolved to do, I have actually done.
OK, I have done them under duress, and because the state of my head led me down that path.
But still, I have taken the steps.
At last, I do have ONE house, where I live and work.
I do take an occasional nap, or at least I take a BREAK, and knit or read in the middle of the day, alas, alack, something I have never, ever done.
I do take whole, entire days off, without feeling very guilty at all.
I do make an serious effort to spend time with friends, even looking up old ones that I haven't seen
for years, but who always come to mind.
I have stopped the crazy roller coaster ride I was on, and I seldom do custom orders, or anything else in my weaving studio that does not make me happy.
Getting older? Or have I learned an incredible lesson? Or both, hitched together at the hip.
Whatever it is, I find myself spending an hour in the morning, cleaning the kitchen, with not another thought in my head. No worrying that I should be doing something else.
Just doing what I am doing, being in the moment, and it's ok.
Snap. I am becoming my newer self. Intriguing for sure.
The days surprise me, I never know how they will turn out: and somehow that's ok, too. It totally feels right to me.
Yesterday, doing dishes, I stuck my hand in a glass and twisted, unaware that the top edge on one side had broken off.
I think I let out a yelp, and there was a lot of blood. Pretty sure I needed stitches, but having worked in an ER for many years, I knew that sometimes stitches were more trauma than they were worth. So I cleaned and wrapped, and spent the day babying my hand so it would stop bleeding. I couldn't weave, but I could still read, and oh, glory, I could still knit.
I have become adept at adapting. I love that.
I am so enamored of this book, I may have to read it again right away.
I borrowed it from the library, and 50 pages into it, I went and bought one for my daughter who loves hawks.
The other book on my coffee table is this one.....and while it's a bit on the dense side, it is full of so much incredible information, it makes my head spin.
I'm going to give it my best shot.
My daughter came a couple weeks ago, with her labradoodle 4 month old puppy. Roy was a prince, as usual. I swear that there is not a mean bone in his body.
This is how he looked at the end of the day when Walter had to go home.
Christmas is over for another year.....my grand baby seems to be saying something very serious here. There was a lot of stimulation going on with our whole family together. It was the only thing I wanted, just being with them.
I'm not going to make any resolutions this year......I am just going to keep on doing what I am doing, making the best of every single day, working at what I love, staying close to family and friends, because that is where my heart is happiest.
Every day is a gift, of which I am well aware. I have finally learned how to stop and listen: to the sound of the earth, the beating of my heart, the rhythm of my life.
It's all good.
Happy New Year to all my blogger friends.
Sorry that you hurt your hand, hope it heals quickly. Love the pictures of the little one and of dear Roy resting up. Happy New Year!
There are a lot of good lessons here, Hilary. I wish you a wonderful, peaceful year ahead. I, too, just wanted to be with family and friends this year. You take care of that hand and get back on the horse soon. Dale *smile*. Hugs, Deb
I'm so glad you're still blogging (Just had to say that). Happy New Year.
I don't make any resolutions, except for the one to do better this year, than I did last, in life in general. Be a better friend, wife, mom, grandmom; housekeeper, weaver, knitter, sewer, quilter, spinner, maker; cook healthier, eat healthier, lose more weight, take better care of myself, take more time to be good to myself.
You inspire me.
I love Roy.
I love your photos.
While we all love you Hilary, can you start a Roy Fan Club? ;-) Although toddler Dale is fan club worthy too. Happy New Year to you and yours and an extra treat for Roy, please.
Hope your hand is healing well! It's always good to hear from you and to see how you are doing. I am happy to know that everything is going well. (Except for that dang broken glass!) Happy New Year to you and your whole family. May 2016 be all that we want it to be and make of it!
Happy New Year, hopefully it will be a good one for all of us. I read a wonderful book about owls this year: Wesley the Owl by Stacey O'Brien, which led me to H is for Hawk, also very good. I enjoyed them both! :-)
A blessed and beautiful New Year to you and your whole family.
God bless you and your family. Thank you for your blog. Happy weaving new year. Vicki
And with each new year, we bring along with us a little bit of wisdom from the previous year! :-)
Happy New Year!
Happy, Healthy New Year - you have received.. maybe given yourself... the greatest gift of all - you are comfortable in your own skin, content in your life, finding the blessings in each day, even with it's trials.
You know what I always say next.....
Happy New Year, my beautiful friend and namesake.
I don't think I've ever seen Dale look so serious. :) And that Hawk book is intriguing. Gonna see if I can find it at my library.
happy new year!!!!!!!!!!
Excellent "non-resolution" resolutions. LOL Why is it so hard to give ourselves permission to dream through the day, doing what we love? I have spent most of my life answering to other's timelines. It's time that I took MY time back. Thank you for the gentle reminder that we are well worth our it. SMILE.
Happy New Year Hilary.
You sound as if life if very comfortable. It's about time you slow down a bit and do what you love. I feel blessed that I was able to retire a few years ago. Life is good. Enjoy every day.
Nice post Hiliary, spoken (or written) like the wise woman you are. Don't "should" yourself. It's not worth it.
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