I’m not a big fan of New Year’s Eve and all that it entails. I’d much rather snuggle up for the evening with the one I love most, sip a bottle of bubbly and watch a classic movie, such as the one I share every year at this time. Cheers!
Having never been one to make New Year’s resolutions (I’ve always thought that if I’m going to do something important I better get to it, not wait for the New Year and then spend a year worrying if I’m living up to my self-made promises) I’m not about to start this year.
Each year for the past few years I’ve published a list of Christmas quotes. It’s no surprise that I think this year, in particular, we may all be in need of an extra dose of holiday inspiration; something to help us find joy in the moment. Maybe some sort of Christmas miracle? Or, at the very least a beautiful Christmas melody to make us smile and cry with emotion at the same time.
As we climbed the flight of stairs, to the second level of the mansion at Mount Vernon, we ran our hands over the centuries old wooden railing; the same railing George and Martha Washington ran their hands over as they climbed the stairs of their home.
It’s just a little yellow envelope, maybe 2″ x 3″ with a little red heart sticker to seal the deal. But, the message inside…
Did you read any good books in 2016? When I pick up a book, I usually know within the first 10 pages if it’s going to take hold and keep my attention. And, if it does take hold, then I’m in it until the end, meaning I go deaf, dumb and blind to the world until I’ve devoured every page.
On this soon to be upon us day of giving thanks, I find myself thinking of something a guest said during a newsmaker’s panel discussion I watched, in reference to the results of the presidential election. The panelist suggested, that when we sit down to give thanks this year surrounded by those important to our lives, instead of stating what we’re thankful for, take time to think instead, of what we’ve learned.
How often can we say, “I learned something today?” I’m talking deep down thought-provoking real learning moments.
One of the greatest gifts of Democracy is the right to peaceful protest. If you live in the US, you can’t escape what’s happening in our country, a division like no other. If you live outside of the US and you’re watching the news you’re probably thinking, what the hell, America?!
Here’s the thing, I really should not be writing a post in my current state of mind. I am barely functioning after just 3 1/2 hours of sleep, after crying a bucket of tears, and with no nutritional value in my system for the past 22 hours, I am, as I said, barely functioning.
With the election now less than one week away, I find myself holding my breath. This, I promise, is not a political post, but it has crossed my mind in recent weeks to crawl into bed, pull the comforter up over my head and not come out again until November 9. Is it just me?