Have you ever shrugged and thought, “My story’s not interesting. Nobody wants to hear it.” Those exact words might not be exactly what formed in your head. Something tells me that you’ve thought something along these lines, though. I think we all have. I think we all get into our rhythms of getting up and going about our days so much, that the things we do no longer seem fascinating, unique, or remotely interesting.
Earlier this week when dinner was finished, we pulled out the iPad to video chat with my parents. The biggest thing we all wanted to talk about, of course, was the toddler beside me. What mischief was he causing? What words was he saying? What foods was he gobbling up?
“Oh!” my mom said, as I finished describing the latest antics. “You have to write that story in your journal, Katie!”
This time of year is equally exciting and intimidating because you can see hundreds of bloggers posting resolutions, lists, projects, goals – all these really incredible things that they want to accomplish in the new year.
Like many people, I’ve always tried to define my hopes for the year in one word. (They’ve been: Together as we built our home in the hangar, Slowly as we whittled down the project list, and Unleash as we became parents.) I’ll gladly take an opportunity to reflect on where we are and where I’d like our family and myself to be in another year, mostly because I enjoy looking back at the previous year. I’ll share more of that with you shortly.