A New Year.
It feels like a surprise every year doesn't it. What will this one hold?
2015 felt like such a confusing year, inside me, deep inside , I felt confused, unsettled, like I was in the wrong place or going to the wrong place or just wrong.
So 2016 has begun, my littlest one has finished school for good and so may be home quite a lot this year before she heads off to uni next year. I no longer have school children, everyone is grown up. It truly is a new phase in my life.
My main goal for this year is to truly experience what each season has to offer, the weather, the food, the garden, the books that I am inspired to read. I walk a lot. Walking even in a suburban area puts you into the season, you feel the weather on your face, on your body, it changes how you move whether it is meltingly hot, horribly windy, perfectly warm. You notice the changing gardens and trees, even whether the local cats are sunning themselves on the garden paths or spying on you from the warm front room window.
I guess what it means is I am striving to live more in the moment rather than get tangled up wherever it was I got tangled up last year, inside my head. Too much introspection leads to nowhere at all.
Without the imposed structure of school holidays to meter my life I have surprisingly started back at work earlier. I think this is a good thing. I hope to get into an organic rhythm of dollmaking, home and garden, reading, walking, visiting and of course knitting, lots of knitting. What a joy, I feel like when I first left home and realised I was a grown up.