So how many of you started 2023 by going to the gym, having a healthy breakfast, organizing your datebook, paying bills, straightening a couple of closets, cleaning the kitchen, and starting a new journaling/praying/meditating routine while simultaneously selecting a theme word for the year?
Good for you.
It's 4:30 in the afternoon and I'm still sleepy, had a meatloaf sandwich and Cheeze-Its for breakfast (at 1:00), and I'm still in the same pajamas I wore on New Year's Eve.
I suppose if I still had a Dr Melfi, she'd talk to me about self-sabotage and how I can never seem to get out of my own way, but since it's just me combing through the freak show in my head,we're just going to chalk this up to the weather and move on.
I finished the ornament hanging from Santa's mitten, so now it's on to the moon:
I really do hope your year has started exactly as you hoped it would! Mine will get there eventually...I'm sure. In the meantime I'm going to keep stitching away and enjoying my meatloaf and then head to bed.
Happy New Year, Dearies!