Of a brand new year!
(Yes, I did wake up in time to capture the first blue hour...)
I'm pretty excited about it, too. I generally love the first day of a new year, and I particularly like the start of an even one. I don't know why; I'm just odd like that. I'm not actually a big numerology girl, but if I were, I think I would like the year 2014. After all, 7 is a Biblically perfect number... and it takes two 7's to make a 14. Therefore, I'm thinking that the 14th year of a new millennium might be practically perfect in every way.
You know, kind of like Mary Poppins.
So I'll bet you think I picked something poppy for my color of the year, don't you? Well, I didn't. Try to keep up, folks. I did the poppy thing last year. This year's color has an inspiration all it's own, and for my life right now, it's practically perfect in every way. I plan to tell you all about it in a day or two.
Or if things roll the way they did last year, maybe around March...
This morning, I just wanted to get my wheels turning with a New Year shout out to all my friends in Blogville. I missed you, and I missed blogging. Oh sure, I got a lot accomplished in the past several months. My house is as neat as a pin. (OK, maybe more like a knitting needle, but it's neat, I tell you.) It's organized too. I can actually grab things in closets without feeling like Chicken Little.
I completed some projects around here which I might yak about at a later time, and I even had an adventure or two in the past few months. All in all, it was a time of great accomplishment.
But here's the thing: While stepping away from the world of blogging might have given me more free time and made me a touch more productive, it didn't make me happier. I'm not saying that I walked around like Debbie Downer or anything. It's just that I missed looking at life through the eyes of a blogger. I still carried around the shiny red Kodak, but the pictures seemed incomplete without the yakabout.
Can anyone relate?
So for better or for worse, I'm back like a bad Henny Penny to try again.
I thought I would begin with a recap of our very adventurous New Year's Eve around here. Then, I realized that it was basically a remake of Mr. Fuddy and Mrs. Duddy, right on down to the restaurant of choice. This time, though, I was smart enough not to choose the shrimp and grits.
So there you have it: My exciting return to the world of blogging.
In case you missed it, I just managed to fill an entire yakabout with 432 words
and say absolutely nothing.
Apparently, I'm back.
Happy New Year, folks!
So...what did you do for New Year's Eve?