I'm feeling a little better today, thanks in large part, I'm sure, to the sun. I'm so susceptible to gray weather funks. Stella seems a bit better. I still have that nagging worry, but for now she is content and comfortable, so I'm trying not to let this weigh on my mind so heavily.
I hope everyone had a safe and fun night. I have a class of freshman this year that I must have told at one point to "make good decisions." I think they were talking about the weekend and some of the things they had planned for it. So as they were leaving, I gave them the standard teacher admonition. Now, one of my girls tells me to make good decisions every day on her way out the door. "Bye Ms. Wade, make good decisions!" Anyway, I hope you all made good decisions last night.
I did nothing for new year's eve. No, that's not true. I read in bed with the cats. I'm alternating between The Geography of Bliss by Eric Weiner and The Sorrows of Young Werther by Goethe. As a typed that, I realized the irony.
This morning I put together a quick art journal page...
Then I looked back through the pages and found this one I did probably a month ago. It seems appropriate to post it now. I still want to do those things, so maybe it will serve as a sort of to-do list for 2012.
So there. Some goals for the new year. A confession: My skeptical, cynical, analytical mind knows that New Year's Day is an arbitrary construction, but the part of me that hopes and dreams is drawn to the idea of a fresh start, nonetheless.