Happy New Year! I had a strange New Year’s Eve — it began very early wrestling most of the wee hours with an urgent but not life-threatening ailment, a huge amount of naps and then shopping. But it wound down nicely to a good stretch of flatbread pizza-making, wine drinking and nestling on a sofa safe and warm in my sweetheart’s arms. But then 2013 began with funny, happy dreams of drinking mimosas with Drew Barrymore. And I woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows, making the room sunlit and golden — like last night’s champagne had spilled into the morning sunshine. And I thought, this is EXACTLY the way I want this year to feel.
2012 ended perfectly. If I could turn the past year into a movie, it’d be called “Hearth, Heart and Home.” It was a peaceful, solid year of stability, love, family and quiet, steadfast progress towards long-held dreams. It was what my soul completely needed, especially since the past few years were so full of tumult, excitement, change and transitions. I rebuilt my foundation, caught my breath and bearings, and filled the well once again. I finally absorbed all the changes and insights and integrated them within me. It was just a lovely slow exhale of a year: ahhhhhhhhhh.
But for 2013, I’m ready to let loose again. To let it all be sparkling, radiant, effervescent, glittering with possibilities and joie de vivre. Kick up my heels a bit, let down my hair, dig in and do something epic and magical and brave and big. I have some exciting things on the horizon, some new stories I can’t wait to weave. I just am so excited for it all, and excited to share it all here.
Yes, I’ve got resolutions and goals and intentions and projects — I didn’t spend the last month thinking, reflecting, dwelling, filling out my secret hippie productivity tool and dreaming out loud for nothing. But, more than anything, more than any list of things to do and make and accomplish, I want to remember how I want my 2013 to feel: glowing, radiant, sparkling and warm.
St. Vincent, “Champagne Year”
Tags: 2012, champagne year, feelings