Holiday cheer
I took a lick and a promise at some of it, and some I flubbed entirely. I am trying to be both honest and kind here.
goals
Photographic check in
I am snapping lots of photos of this glorious world. I can tell you about my current life with them easily. Watch this.
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April goals – my reports and confessions
Children, children. Don’t you ever stop chewing on each other? Don’t you prefer to lay down control over the minutia of the universe?
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Easter pictures and April goals
It means so much to me that Jesus rose – that He is alive with us in the baby snuggles and the new crocuses and the mocha cupcakes.
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March Goals – my reports and confessions
It was an interesting experiment, but to be honest, that part wasn’t worth it. It made me think and care too much about food.
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February Goals – more reports and confessions
I had a lovely little idea that February would be the perfect month to focus on intimacy, and then I inherited a newborn baby.
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Giving Up People Pleasing
At first, I wondered how to measure this goal. Then I started keeping a list of tiny successes, and it gave me exactly what I was going for.
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January Goals – my reports and confessions
I learned that what I eat as habit, or in the company of other people, I easily forget to monitor. But also that when I cut in one area…
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Oozing and fasting and jazz like that
I needed some focus points for the coming year, to hang my hat and hopes on, and give me something to keep getting out of bed for. You too?
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On choice
Confession: One of my ambitions is to never say No to an opportunity because I am afraid. I do not live this perfectly, and the doors I remember shutting in fear still haunt me. A week or two ago I got a call asking if I would talk to a Mormon lady from Utah, who’s