I always send out an end-of-the-year State of the Union letter at Christmas. And for the past several years we've mailed out a Christmas card with our family photo on it. This year was no exception.
Christmas was peaceful, and drama-free for the first time in a while. Chuck, Sean and I enjoyed going to choose a tree from a local tree lot. It was really my favorite tree so far, I believe. We had a chill Christmas morning with my brother, and everyone got only a couple of gifts each. After a little bit of breakfast, I took Sean to celebrate with his dad.
But, on with the New Year!
Since January 1, we've had a lot house showings. Here is a post with a link to photos of the house, in case you are looking to move to the Pacific Northwest.
I've abandoned the idea of New Year's resolutions. Making a New Year's resolution isn't my thing anyway, but this year I've had a bit of a shift in my attitude. I suddenly slipped out of my former apologetic skin. I am who I am, and I'm not going to "work" on myself. Screw that shit. I'm just fine the way I am. If I exercise, sign up for a Yoga class, go on a diet, start drinking protein smoothies, do a cleanse, begin to hike more, drink more water, read more literature, go to a play, take vitamins, eat kale, or keep track of how many steps I take in a day, it's going to be because I came up with the idea, and I want to do it-- Not because I've been guilted into doing it, or because someone else thinks it's a good idea. And if I want to drink Coke, wine, whiskey, rum, or start smoking cigarettes and eating sugar, I'm going to do that.
That's how I'm starting off this new year. I'm doing what I damn well please, along with all the stuff I have to do on a daily basis.
Here's to 2016! It's looking bright to me!
