There is something odd feeling about the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day to me. Like a twilight zone. I am reluctant to let go of Christmas and anxious to welcome a new year.
I try to reflect on the past year. I try to determine where I am with my life. I try to plan some goals for the coming year or at least a few months. I recently came across a phrase I liked. Trace goals. It was something on Instagram. I like that thought. To me, tracing means to make a light sketch that will be altered and refined with work over time.
I haven’t gotten to the point of tracing goals for 2022. I will turn 57 in 2022. So many things I had imagined for my life did not happen. I am learning to live my life as it is rather than what I think it should be.
Yet, life as it is has turned out to be pretty wonderful. Rock and I are still loving each other happily. The children and the duchesses are doing great. I have some very dear friends and family to share life with.
There are some difficult things to manage. There are some heartaches to let hurt. There are some joyous moments to celebrate and some precious times to savor.
This in-between time even has its good things going on. Visits with friends, time with Rock, a quickly filling January calendar, hope in Christ.
May each of us have a renewed hope in Christ for the coming year. And blessings falling like orchids raining. Happy New Year!
I’ve been reading some of my first posts in 2014. All these years and they are still true. Some issues remain unresolved. Some issues have simply been deleted rather than resolved. I am still busy, but have more space between activities.
One thing I can say about myself. I am persistent. I perceive myself as being a quitter. But, after reviewing my earliest posts, I seem to be steadily seeking a similar scenario. I do have the same ambitions as I have always had. To paint, to write, to dance.
I still love time with my family. My family has certainly expanded! The duchesses have helped me filter through things I have been holding on to. Just this past week, our daughter and her husband bought their first house. That is helping me filter through things, too, somehow. Of course, several items here in this house have been saved for when she had a home to call her own.
I continue to work on building deeper friendships. I have been trying to be more open and vulnerable with three ladies I adore. One is getting ready for her son’s wedding; one is mourning the loss of her mother this very day; and one is missed terribly. She and I worked together for years and only have occasional visits.
I have some pieces of writing done. I have one in progress. It has begun with the death of a young woman. I don’t even know if she fell or was pushed. The story is still so new. I started it in the middle of my daily journal scribbles and it needs to be transcribed on to the computer so I can continue to work on it.
There is a table and chairs I rescued a few years ago. They needed refinishing, but not badly enough for me to do it for myself. That new house of our daughter’s needs a dining table. I am refinishing the table and chairs!
The holidays are nearly upon us. Thanksgiving feasts, Christmas decorating and baking, a few gifts to do up with paper, ribbon and bows. Some family and friends I want to see. And one fella I am very fond of is turning 60. I look forward to celebrating his birthday. Nearly lost him two years ago. How precious are family ties.
Yes, many things are still the same after all these years of writing Raining Orchids. And the second one I wrote spoke of how much I love Rock and how much I depend on him for strength and courage and protection.
From January 2014:
He is just over there on the tractor, clearing some brush. He is close enough to see and if I suddenly need to touch him, I can walk over to him. He was gone fishing with his tournament partner Saturday and Sunday. Sure was a long couple of days. I am grateful I feel this way about him. We met and fell in love thirty-one years ago this month. We’ve been through some fires and some storms. We’ve been through some miracles and some magical places. Our connection, our marriage, our love has taken on a lovely patina. I cherish him and I cherish us. I am thankful.
Some things have only grown richer and more lovely.