Instead I was inspired by my own tendency to procrastinate. I've been sorely bugged the past weeks (maybe months) by the constant clutter that comes with building a house and my inability to just clean it up. As I ambled down the hall this morning my eye caught the mirror on the floor and I knew it was to be the perfect prequel to my blog.
What's more apropos for the end of the year than reflections on the past? Things remembered. Things forgotten. Things not remembered as clearly as they seemed. A certain sense of melancholy and wondering what the next steps will be. A yearning to leave our hang ups behind.
No procrastination for me. At least not today. Merry Christmas to all.