This is the day for the annual gazing at the navel.
Last year I made a number of resolutions and plunged into the new year with great resolve.
The scope of my non-keeping of those resolutions takes one's breath away. Work got in the way of just about everything. I do like having some disposable income, but it certainly screws up the rest of my life. And yes, that's a lame excuse.
It was always the art that took a back seat, that got lost in the shuffle. And "quilting content"? Clearly not enough.
Question to self: if not now, when?
I feel like I've slid pretty low with most of the best practices I'd like to keep going in my life. I haven't darkened the door of the gym since we got Lucy. Daily walking went out the window when the snow and ice moved in to stay. The holidays have contributed to abysmal eating habits.
Clearly I need to get things back on track. Onward. No resolutions, just onward.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.