Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Their Christmas, My Year

Ivy and her stocking. Michigan Christmas

This is what I've been doing with my December. Giving it to a little girl and boy so they could have this day.

A week before Christmas, we flew from St Pete, Florida to Chelsea, Michigan. I am still in weather shock, but they love it. Snow is wonderful for them. The Michigan grandparents are wonderful.

And look at the boatload of presents.
This is not Christmas Eve, this is the morning, Santa's already been here. They couldn't wait, and we let them break into their stockings before the sun came up.

I have more to show, but never any time. Sigh.

I intend to use these days between the busyness of Christmas and the business of the New Year well.

I am intent on finishing my first draft before 2010. This morning I finished the climax, and now I have only the denouement to write. That and acres of rewriting. I am intent on reflecting back on this last year, with all its successes, as well as its tribulations... and oh there were tribulations. Actually, I might tend to pay more attention to them than the successes, so on these last days of the year, I'd better give them some notice.

I am also intent on making goals for the new year. I don't call them resolutions. I don't do resolutions. I do plans and goals and dreams and focusing. I set my target, and I loose the arrows of my intentions. I figure out what I want my life to look like and I figure out what I need to do to make it look like that. Even if I don't achieve every last goal, and I didn't this year, it's important to pay attention to those achievements that did make it into the light of day.

The key to gaining my goals?

If I've said it once, I'll say it a million times, I don't mind.

Baby steps, baby.

I'll get back to you on the actual accomplishments and the actual new goals, because, well... I've got a kid who doesn't want to hang out and wait for me to get off of the computer anymore.

One of those angelic ones surrounded by twinkle lights. Yeah, it's all an act. A Christmas Angel act.

1 comment:

mapelba said...

It is a beautiful act though.

Hurray for the novel. You'll finish it. You'll get there. We're cheering no matter how long it takes.

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