These last days of the year always feel like a little bonus, a gentle cushion between the activities and excitement of Christmas and the planning, dreaming, back to business, clean slate of January. Some days may be just as busy as the preceding weeks but I always hope there will be time to really relax and, if I’m lucky, read a book on the couch all day. Its nice to have this transition between the old and the new, the indulgent celebrations and the neat and tidy fresh start.
I know that 2016 will bring a new baby to our family which makes it hard to be certain of much beyond that. I have hopes for what I can accomplish in the next four months: lots of sewing for babies and preparing for our new little one and work on a project that I am excited about but have made little time for. The start of my pregnancy coincided with the end of Amos’ naps and I’ve found only a little time for the creative work that I care about and that I hope to eventually grow into a career.
I’m considering goals and intentions and remembering hopes, knowing that it will probably turn out very differently than any expectations I may have. This in between week isn’t quite a return to every day life and it offers chance to daydream, ruminate, muse about the year that has been and what the next year might bring.