So excited that the wise men are finally here!
Because I am tired, dang it! Once again, Christmas pretty much whooped me.
I didn't hang stocking--with or without care. But baby Jesus came anyway.
Our tree is sitting by the road waiting to be chipped into mulch and the decorations are in tubs waiting for our house elf to schlepp them into the shed. The presents are opened and the cookies are eaten (even the ones I hid for later).
Now we sit poised on the tip of a new year, wondering what the next 12 months will bring. Part of us sighs and says, "it will be full of exactly the same drivel as last year." Meetings, planning, preparing, Facebooking, Pinteresting and scheduling.
All our present participles seem to be accounted for year after year.
But this year, I choose being.
The truly present participle.
If you didn't snort some sort of drink out of your nose just now, I am disappointed.
Somehow I have reached adulthood without having developed a knack for this. Whenever life smacks of just being, by right knee gets wobbly and I start marching in circles looking for a project. Quick! I need a to be doing! I get sweaty just thinking about watching a WHOLE FEATURE LENGTH FILM without knitting or SOMETHING.
So this year, I am going to put on a knee brace, pocket my iPhone (aka time eater), plan my time rigorously so that when we get to the part where we just be...I just will...
And maybe this year will be different. At least for the two or three minutes I remember I am doing this.