Christmas decorations are down, right?
Resolutions made…implemented, maybe?
New thoughts. New work. New everything?
I will tell you my New Year’s resolution. I announced it two nights ago. It is fueled by my loathing of socks. Now, I like my own socks, and I have no trouble finding them or wearing them or even sharing them.
Not so with my people. I announced two nights ago that I hate socks. I hate matching them. I hate finding them. I hate pulling hair out of them. I hate putting them right side out. I hate losing them. I hate always having to buy them. I hate them. Hate. Hater. That’s me. Yeah, I was kinda whining. In a hateful way. You know what I’m talking about. You’re with me. I feel it. Socks are poop. So, part of my announcement was that I’m thinking of throwing them all away and letting my kids just deal with wearing their shoes and boots without socks.
What do you think? Sounds good huh? I thought so.
I was the only one.
Yep, last year we started this little tradition I like to call, Note to Self. It was Maile’s idea. Last year when we were putting up our Christmas Decorations, she said we should write ourselves a letter and put it in the Christmas decorations for opening the next year. Gold star idea. I’m serious. The night we opened our Christmas decorations, we opened our letters. We all sat at the table and read and shared some and sat quietly with the thoughts of previous selves. I was floored to hear the challenges my daughters gave to themselves. And I was amazed at the introspection coming out of all ages. Also, I was happy to note that I accomplished several of the things I had hoped to. It was a happy night.
And so, the time came again the other night to put away our Christmas decor. I pulled out some paper and everyone scattered. Now that this is a serious tradition, it is taken seriously. It took over an hour. Longer for some, but here are the new letters for our 2016 selves to read in 12 months. I can’t wait to see what happens in between notes! It may not be new everything but everything about our perspectives will be new.
Wishing you all a Happy New Year!
P.S. My little ole book has gone digital for all you non-readers-of-real-books-and-all-your-friends.
P.S.S. I’m going to need new socks, too.