It's been a while. Almost a month, if we're counting days. I didn't like last January at all (and yep, I blogged about it). It's the back-to-the-grind, I-can't-believe-the-holidays-are-over month. This time around, not so bad. Last new year, I realized that I tend to build up the biggest, grandest expectations. For anything. A weekend trip, nine days with the family at Christmas, a date night. I'm rather childlike when it comes to excitement and in true, little kid fashion, I'll often wish away the days leading up to something exciting.
This year, armed with that knowledge, I prepared myself: go into the holidays with no expectations. Don't expect this particular New Year's eve to top all the others. January might bring on the blues; grab a paintbrush or call a girlfriend and choose to ignore the month for a bit.
And maaaan, i's a good thing I prepped this year. Hubby was sick for a day or two over Christmas, and then got sick again New Year's eve. I nudged him awake to ring in the new year. It was epic. But seriously, I spent the first day of the new year making a giant brunch, toasting 2015 with mimosas (my glass mysteriously kept re-filling itself all day long, whaaaat?), watching movies, and reading. It turned out to be quite a nice day.
January wasn't her usual funky self either. She's still not my favorite month, but we've reached a compromise. I won't expect the moon, and she won't give it to me.
**The vibrant foliage above is obviously from October. I needed a reminder that the gray branches of winter won't be around forever.