Thanks for the encouragement Boromir!
With January first landing on a Tuesday the rest of the week was an awkward mix of vacation and fresh start. I was already feeling a bit behind until my buddy Boromir came along.
I picture the last few years like being sick in bed. The picture in my head is from decades ago when people actually took to their beds when they were ill. A while ago was like being unconscious, which then progressed to feverish delirium Last year was truly a new hope for us and was the equivalent of being helped up to a sitting position and being fed spoonfuls of nourishing soup. Well this year seems to be ripe with encouragement and challenge, like taking first steps after confinement to a bed. Scary. Exciting. Unsure. Vital.
I'm almost afraid to have goals...make plans. Last year felt safer, yet this year feels ripe, ready.
Last year, my goals were pretty straight-forward. This year they seem a little bit slippery but worth going after.
Here are a few goals...just bits really...they are still forming and growing...I'm mostly recording them here so that I can remember...
respond to the first book of Psalms
take up what I was bullied to lay down
crochet a granny square
find joy in cooking
be confident, relaxed and positive
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