Happy New Year, friends!
I know I’m a little late in asking, but how was your Christmas? Your New Year’s?
Our holidays visited like easy-going old friends, the kind who don’t care what your house looks like or how noisy your kids are. And after the swirl of activity centering around my husband’s retirement from the Air Force, we needed it. I tell ya, planning a retirement ceremony is akin to planning a wedding, right down to the cake and flowers. No lie.
And speaking of the retirement soirée, thank you to all you who offered kind words and congratulations to our family. They were so appreciated. And for those who have asked, David will still be working at the Air Force Academy, but as a civilian.
I can’t express how joyous it was to have David’s family visit during the holiday season. It was the first time we’ve been able to host family around Christmas, and we relished it. My inlaws are relaxing, encouraging people – just the kind of folks that make any gathering glorious.
If you think I count this as a double blessing, you think right.
Christmas and New Year’s gave us the opportunity to come out of our coma after Crazyville. Even so, when school began this week and the alarm once again shook us awake, we yawned and whined about having to greet the day when the darkness had only begun to roll back. Lazy mornings are gone, leaving their type A older sister known as Ms. Schedule standing in their place.
The problem is, I still feel like a college kid who just finished finals. I want to sleep ’til noon and waste the day watching favorite movies and reading good fiction.
So this year I’m a New Year’s rebel, not so inclined to obey the calendar and convention that say now is the time for resolutions or lists. I’m just not in the mood. I find myself in that pesky place between required responsibilities and lacking motivation. So at times like these, I have to fake it ’til I feel it. Because if I wait to “feel” right first, I’ll never get around to doing it at all.
So I trudge through those responsibilities like new fallen snow, keeping one foot in front of the other and trusting God to bring the feelings soon.
Along the way, He opens my eyes to stunning vistas and other good things. And these days, good things look like Sunday nights with Downton Abbey and leftover Sugar Plum Spice tea.
Good things look like the neighborhood straggler’s Christmas lights.
Good things look like a nightstand full of diverse books.
And good things look like hanging with mah people.
And like the unfolding of sunlight on a winter morning , I feel the warmth that giving thanks brings.
Do you lean toward New Year’s resolutions or New Year’s rebel? What do some of your own good things look like?