Yesterday was my birthday. My 31st birthday, actually. This is usually my "happy new year"--meaning, this is the time of the year when I reflect on the previous year's growth as well as the downfalls, and I look forward to the year ahead with the exciting potential it holds. I also try to make a list of things I would like to accomplish- big or small: drink x cups of water, read x number of books, call my parents more often, etc...
Last year went by so blindingly fast I hardly had the time to think about making or accomplishing goals. The only goal I've had from day-to-day is making it to the next one. Is that terrible? Sometimes I think so, but on the other hand I'm ok with it. 30 was a crazy year. A great year. But man, oh, man. I'm ready to slow down the pace and breathe. So that's what my hopes are for year 31. Taking it slow. Breathing in each moment. Enjoying my babies while they're babies. Loving the life my husband and I have. Not striving for vanities. Just living & enjoying.
