Ellie, Kaylee, Lauren and Jonah help me with broom duty.
Every year at midnight on New Years Eve, after I kiss my sweetheart (because my father says that what you are doing at midnight, you do all year long*) I grab my broom (no, not the one I fly on, the other one), then sweep out the old year, and graciously welcome in the new. Then I run outside with a pot lid and a wooden spoon, and much to the chagrin of my neighbors, beat on the lid like a crazy lady to scare away that old year so it doesn't try to sneak back in.
And yes, I make resolutions. Only I have never made them the way I have this year. This year I am making a plan. A plan with intricate timetables made on spreadsheets with pie charts.
I just made some notes, lots of them, in a journal. But its a start. And I did plan out the year, month by month, so that I can have success in attaining my goals. One of those goals is to work on my Christmas-weirdness by beginning preparations this month. I am starting this week by repairing damaged decorations. Next week: update the Christmas card list, and after that, begin Jonah's stocking.
So, out with the old. Old fears, old woes, maybe old even old bod. But gently, and with less judgement and less self flagellation. And maybe less big words, too.
Taking down the old tree...literally.
Bye bye, Christmas. See you next year!
*One New Years Eve, my father had a heart attack and landed in the hospital. Because of his belief that what you are doing at midnight, you do all year long, at midnight he got up out of his hospital bed, hopefully held the back of his gown shut, and danced with my mother.
Hello, New Year!