For all the wisdom of living in the now, of having only this moment, I am a guilty lover of the future.
Sure, this has its downsides: disappointment and a less than flexible-ok down right stubborn mindset, but I can’t shake the sweet allure of what could be.
With the new year approaching, I am lifting my weary holiday head out of the neglected piles of laundry and empty chocolate wrappers, and am looking forward to:
::telling stories with friends at our cozy new home: sense of story
::preparing for the newest babe to join our family. You know, folding and refolding tiny onesies, and knitting ridiculously tiny baby accoutrements.
::a possible move.
::setting intentions for seemingly impossible goals, like giving up sugar, and finishing neglected drafts.
::one last quick trip before the nesting really kicks in.
And through it all, watching my boys growing into themselves more and more everyday.
writing along with Write Alm’s December prompts