I’m sitting at my desk amidst a whirl of pine-needle debris and glitter. The celebration and indulgence of Christmas is being swept up to make way for the new year: tightened belts, tightened routines, tightened to do lists, loosened possibilities.
** I became a runner. I never believed it was possible. I did not succeed at age 14, I didn’t succeed at age 17, at age 24, at age 27. I tried many different times in my life. At age 36, two months after having a baby, I started running—very slowly, very carefully. It was a process. But, within a few months, I was running 5 to 6 miles per go. I am still baffled and amazed. Thank you, Couch to 5K, for holding me back. It turns out I was always doing too much too soon.
** I also learned that “running” means “jogging.” I was several weeks into the journey before I had this epiphany. If you run-for-your-life when the voice in the app says, “run,” you are not getting the idea—duh, Heather.
** I had the thrill of getting to know my new little son. His unique personality revealed itself, as he hugged us and whacked us—alternating between the “Thank You” game and the “Uh-Oh” game—his two favorite phrases. What a sass-a-frass, lover-bub trouble-monkey.
** I took my kids to the Bahamas. They swam in blue waters and sat in the sand. Our first fancy vacation ever. Usually, we go camping.
** My work filled the shelves at Target. In the form of planners and calendars—there are new ones there right now. The best is when my personal friends stumble across them, having no idea I did this project. Serious double-take. “Wait, I know her.”
** I designed a new cotton quilting collection. It was all-consuming work, as usual.
** Then, I started on the next one.
** We remodeled and expanded our home work space.
** We moved our office/store so our little one could have a more homey start at life. It was a tight squeeze. But good and right.
** My mom started writing a column for the local paper.
** We gave our old van another chance at life—as our oldest child turns 16 this month and we don’t believe in giving a new driver something fancy to truck around in. $$$ in repairs later—more than the vehicle is worth, frankly—it still looks like a sad, speckled monster, but it works. The PERFECT first car.
** I took my daughter to dance class.
** I cheered for my teenager at band competitions.
** He grew to be two inches taller than his dad—so far.
** I hemmed a lot of pants for my growing children.
** I cried over difficult relationships.
** I prayed for my sister who is fervently wishing for a baby. I prayed for my brothers and my parents too.
** I thinned out my closet. Then, I filled it back up.
** I drank too much soda.
** I planted flowers.
** I filmed a tv episode with Sew It All for PBS.
** I didn’t blog all that much. I caught up on design projects after a brain-fuzzing pregnancy instead. And soaked up my sweet little kids who are growing older all-too-quickly.
** I found an awesome couch to reupholster for my family room. (I can’t wait!)
** I got older.
** I got muscles.
** I got boots. Several pairs.
** I took time off for the holidays.
** I baked a lot of cookies.
** I got tired of taking time off. And eating cookies.
Now it's time to get back to it. Bring it on, 2013.