The sun is setting on the very first day of a new year. I have started this post a couple of times and stopped. As usual the running narrative in my head going faster than my fingers. That disconnect that often occurs when I write for an audience. Bear with me as I move through this.

I don’t know if I will be able to write here on this blog all the time. I don’t know because I truly am going to take this one day at a time. My life is becoming smaller as we make plans to move, as we sell furniture, BBQ’s, and stuff. As we watch people come into our house, always pleasant and excited to take our things away.

I feel no regret at all in this. I feel honored in fact that our stuff can make other people happy. That our furniture can fill someone else’s house. Today it was a bed, a dresser, and two bookshelves that served us well. Off it goes to a new home as we smile and watch it leave.

My goodness, I have so many dreams for this year. I refuse to make resolutions. I refuse to set standards anymore other than to live life as simply as I can. To always be mindful and have gratitude. Not a “you should be lucky to have this” gratitude. Rather, a “thank you for this gift” kind of gratitude. A gratitude loved and cherished and nurtured.

I would love this year to cure my disease of perfectionism, of never good enough.  I believe I can. I believe I can formulate my own natural cure. A concoction of some hot coffee, a good book, a journal, and mix that in with some warm winds and the sound of birds singing.  To just come to a full stop and sit in silence.  Perhaps to grab a few crayons and color (which is what I did last night).

Here is to a bright and peaceful and warm 2018.