Ho, ho, ho.
I feel like I don't have my act together for Christmas. I'm finished shopping for presents, though (thank you, Steven). I'm not sure why I feel so… I don't know, uneven?
Does that make sense? Can I use "uneven" to describe my inner scrambled feelings?
Eh. I did. So there.
I've been giving a lot of thought to bringing back the daily picture feature next year. I admit, I miss it. It's easier to blog when I have something to blog about. Having pictures helps because I can focus on the smaller, daily things.
2013 was so crazy I wouldn't have been able to keep up. Yet in retrospect, I kind of wish I had. This has been one of those transition years. Hopefully 2014 will be filled with monotony.
Well, not too much monotony.
I'd like to have my furniture. And perhaps decorate my own space. It's the small things.
Another thing that needs to change next year is my writing. BECAUSE. I have no idea what's wrong with me. It's like, I'm ready to kick some manuscript booty.
Sigh. Life happens.
I'll leave you with a post I made this week to Facebook. Last year ended with a diagnosis of my mom's leukemia. This year the news has been better.
Pathology came back on the (surprise!) tumor in Bekah's eyelid. It's benign. Inhale. Exhale.
I didn't mention this publicly, but when she had her chalazion removed two weeks ago, the doctor found a fibrous tumor. It was in his words, "shocking." Um, yes. And, "A lucky coincidence that she had to have eyelid surgery so the tumor was caught before it turned cancerous."
Also, she has another small chalazion starting (again!) which has caused her to lose a chunk of eyelashes. But I have to say, as long as she doesn't have cancer, I can put up with this.
I need/ want/ desire/ pray that 2014 is filled with blessings.
We're starting a new place in life. A NEW LIFE, from the bottom up. New job, new state, new house… new everything.
Here's to 2014.