I left you in 2014 and I've come to greet you in this brand new year of 2015! What a year this will be. I can feel it in the very marrow of my bones. Things are waiting for me, milestones are waiting to be reached, and races waiting to be won. That's a wonderful prospect isn't it? As the year ages and fades away, I pray that I'll have precious memories to store away in my treasure box.
I have many of the usual goals: exercise more, go outside more, go to Paris, ect.
But I also have the goals of a writer: Finish one book, start on a another, begin a poem journal, begin a journal-journal, ect.
Goals... they give us something to live up to, the blessed things. Starting out the year with a clean slate along with neatly outlined hopes sets us straight. It sort of reminds me of my homework planner. I always write down exactly what I need to do and the I take a colored marker and write all over it. The orderly goals are still there but the process of getting them done throws a bit of color onto the canvas. I always like the past pages of my planner the best. It's gratifying to know the things that I have accomplished but there's something of a breathless excitement when you flip to a new page.
Happy 2015 friends!