It’s the new year…


And because I don’t really have the itch to organize my life by years, it doesn’t hold a ton of significance. I like to think of life as more like a book with chapters. You go through years being told what grade your in, what you’re needing to absorb from teachers this period, this semester, this quarter, etc. Once school was over, I lost a familar sense of linear progression. Things aren’t that tidy anymore, so how do I oblige? I create mental lists of things to do… projects to complete. If I’m not breaking my responsibilities down to some business chart dictating what’s important—but not urgent! I’m pretty much letting these items pile until the opportunities have passed and I’m regretful. I feel a first coming on in that I think the new year has lined up with a new chapter for me. At peace with sharing responsibilities with a new husband, sharing a home with two gorgeous cats, and growing out of a Peter Pan complex (which I’m not entirely convinced I’ve championed), I’m on to new and cleaner things. Mainly, my living space. It’s time to unclutter, and give my eyes a rest. It’s difficult to function creatively when your thinking space is stifling. It’s time for a change, and I have a lot of fun little projects to add to my list of things to do…

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