Well. That was exhausting. December, I mean. Lovely. But exhausting.
I hope your holidays were marvelous. I am still over at Habit for the next few days, but I couldn't let the New Year slide by without popping in here to say hello. In fact, I have gotten so used to the Habit routine, that suddenly my internal alarms are going off about having already typed more than thirty words. Brevity might be the soul of wit, but it is SERIOUSLY not my strong suit. Which could be the primary reason why that space is so dear to me. A sentence and an image. Sometimes that's all it takes to convey a month's worth of mayhem and joy. I really will miss it.
It is snowing. Our first snow this year. I knew I would be writing here tonight as soon as I saw the first flakes fall. I will never forget last year, and writing to you while snowed in. (Here and here.) We were on the cusp of so many things without even knowing it. I look back on my New Year's Resolution List and can't decide if I want to laugh or cry. Two things I know for sure: 1. I may have failed miserably, but 2. With all that has happened in the last 365 days, I am amazed to still be laughing and loving each day, a little worse for wear, worn out and dusty, but nonetheless whole. And moving forward. That is the important thing. Exciting things are around the corner.
I hate to disappoint, but I won't be making a list this year. Instead, I will finish the unfinished and start something new, whatever that might be. No, I never learned to play the accordion, but I did play the piano. I am more than a few weeks behind on 52 Weeks of Photos thanks to some health issues that robbed me of a few months worth of peace of mind, and a whole lot of willpower. But I will be damned if I let that project go unfinished. I didn't make a purse or a dress, but I made the cutest little doll for my favorite small person, and that felt better than anything I could have made for myself.
I loved too many new bands to count. We hopped in the car and left the city like it was going out of style. The attic and studio feel like home now, and while that doesn't always mean finished, it means that things are as they should be. There was dancing barefoot in the kitchen, and a lot of it, because dancing is always free and always a good idea. I didn't order soup. I didn't walk across the Broadway Bridge. But I gave a dog, and then another, a home, and they are transformed, and so am I.
I will be back here in this space after the party over at Habit comes to a close. Until then, I would ask you what your resolutions are, friends, but in the spirit of things, I will ask you instead, what one thing will you let yourself off the hook for this year. (Because it's that kind of year, and I am just going to roll with it.)
All love and a Happy New Year,