13 Dec the best of me
The weekend was spend sorting, clearing, cleaning, and decorating, just me and my little family. We didn’t have places to go. No people to see. Just us. Together. Taking care of life.
For as much as I LOVE non-rushed, pajama weekends like this one, I was out of sorts. Cranky, crabby, and a little on edge. It doesn’t mean much. It is what it is. And yet as I sit here tonight, reflecting on the last few days and I am grateful to have had some time to decompress, order easy holiday cards (nothing very clever this year), finish trimming the tree, do laundry, empty closets, and dust; among a number of other fairly inconsequential things. Nothing can clear the cob webs quite like engaging in these tasks of tidying.
I can tell you one thing, I feel a lot better than I did when I began. That’s progress.
When I got a look at this photo my 7yo daughter snapped of me this morning, with no prompting at all, I felt like it said everything. That I’m tired. That I’m feeling a little funky. That I have more work to do than seems feasible. That I have a million creative things I’d love to engage in that I keep moving to the end of the to-do list. That I have more clutter to clear than should be legal. But most important, what I see in this shot is that, above all else, I am hopeful. Full of love. Grateful for who, what and where I am right now in my life.
I’m sharing this as my best shot today because it speaks volumes. I feel like with the year coming to an end, the best way to close it out is to just be me. Whatever it looks like, it’s enough.
What images share a story of you today?