Twelve is my favorite number.
So to say that I'm pretty pumped about this year would be an understatement.
Also this is the year that I get to prove my husband wrong about the world ending. I'll still be throwing a big party on December 20th. Mark your calendars, you're invited.
I know this blog is basically a public journal of sorts, but believe me, you don't really want to hear about my day-to-day mundane happens. I keep the good stuff for you. I actually have been wanting to start a line-a-day journal. One that I can keep going for years, with minimal effort. I mean really, who can't find 30 seconds to write down that the one lady who always scowls at you, actually said 'good morning' at work today? Or that you're feeling incredible grateful to have Oreos in your life this afternoon? Imagine reading that years from now. And keeping track of different days throughout the years.
We did something different for Christmas this year. We gave my mom a calendar. Filled with dates. And adventures. See, living in Cleveland isn't horrendous. It's actually a city filled to the brim with culture and history. But we never indulge in discovering it. So this year, we're going to experience our home. And drag my mom along with us. Because it is a damn shame that she has never been on the Lolly the Trolley tour.
Eight months. Eight months we've been here. And I still feel like I'm living in someone else's house. I cannot wait to splash my vision all over the walls. Tear down those hideous curtains. Finally feel like throwing a dinner party because guests will be able to appreciate the table decor instead of being distracted by the oddly shaped spindles next to our table. I want our house to be our home. And I need to dedicate time to make that happen.
Be truthful. Not that I lie on my blog ever. But sometimes I skip over the haphazard moments in lieu of what I think you want to read. But that's not okay. Life happens. So why can't I share it all. It may not not always be pretty but I'm grateful for every up and down.
I need to find my inspiration, my dream, my desire. I keep finding myself in a rut, pouring myself into different activities just to find that it's not really what makes me feel alive. I know there's a passion somewhere. Everyone has one. I just need to find mine.
So that's it for twenty twelve.
Think it's doable?
What's on your to-do list?