It’s late December. The holidays are over. The last time I wrote something here was early this summer and now we are in the beginning of winter! Gah! I’m at the library with a couple days to myself on winter break from work while my son is at daycare (don’t judge — he stayed home with me yesterday and we have to pay for daycare whether or not he goes!). When I’m here at the library with this blank white space in front of me, I just don’t know what to write except perhaps a few concrete details about my life. I’m just tired. This seems to be a new pattern — I only have moments to write on my days off, which, as most moms know, aren’t real days off but time to check off items on the to-do list. So, I’ll make this quick and head out to do some errands.
Well. As in recent years, I kind of forgot hygge was my ‘word of the year.’ Although I began the year with a spirit of hygge, I wasn’t intentional about cultivating it the rest of the year. I’m sure the hygge moments existed, the cuddles on the couch, dozens of cups of coffee, board games, laughter with people, and so forth, but I forgot to try. It was a good year, though. My family is happy and healthy. We lost a few chickens (as expected) but otherwise, we are all good. God is good.
I’ll have another update with my plans for 2019 soon. Cheers, friends.