As I sit here typing from the comfort of my bed, it is 9 degrees Fahrenheit outside. I know this, because I just checked the weather online, not because I’ve been out there today. We’re in the midst of a cold snap and I just want to hibernate. Of course my children expect life as usual, so I can’t exactly throw my hands up, and burrow under the quilts all day. They are hardier than I and are still bundling up for treks in the woods to see what is frozen and what isn’t. Yesterday, our dog Trudy fell through the ice on a shallow pond of sorts (more of a large puddle, I believe) and the splash threw tadpoles out of the water and all over the ice. My kids assured me that they rescued them all. Tadpoles in January! (I just typed December, and had to change it!)
Yes, it’s January! A new year, and a new decade for me. I turned 40 on Saturday! I had a lovely quiet birthday weekend with my sister, Abby, who drove up from Georgia just to celebrate with me. We had a quiet lunch out together and visited with some friends. I made cranberry gingerbread cobbler (my favorite dessert) and Abby tried to eat it while gingerly picking out the cranberries. We have lots in common, but evidently not my love for those tart little berries!
I’m thinking a little more about goals for this new year than I usually do, maybe owing to the big 4-0. Of course I want to organize my house and my life as I always do, but I also want to be kind to myself. I still battle that little voice in my head that whispers to me that I’m getting it all wrong, that I could do better, that I’m failing. It’s not as loud as it used to be, but it’s there. And maybe self doubt is just a part of being human, and it will always be there. I have to decide whether or not to listen to that voice, to give it power over me. It’s a trick, so best not fall for it. Here’s to a gentler, kinder 2018. I’m going to shush that little voice and carry on. I’ll do my best, and it won’t always be enough. That is life, and life is still good.
p.s. Yarn Along returns tomorrow!