Everyone's been writing their New Year's blog posts. Me? I've been sitting here, digesting 2014 (literally and figuratively.) Also, I've had site problems. (One of my 2015 resolutions is to have a prettier lindsayemory.com - started working on that and ran into some *cough* technical difficulties. I'll be bringing in the professionals shortly to get this place shiny & new.)
Basically, I keep going back to the beginning of 2014. I thought I knew what I wanted. I thought I knew what was going to happen. 2014 turned that all upside down.
In the best ways.
If you forced me to, I couldn't put a finger on when it happened. Or what, exactly, happened.
All I know is, 2014 was transformative.
It got bigger.
What got bigger?
Everything got bigger.
Every time I settled, every time I was happy enough, 2014 took me firmly by the chin and forced me to look at the larger blessings I was receiving. Like a child on Christmas morning who is totally rocked by the candy bar in his stocking only to look up, and see the giant - I don't know - play kitchen or remote control car, or ten thousand piece Lego set.
I am full of gratitude for the stocking full of candy (who wouldn't be? Hello, chocolate!), the same as a gigantic Lego set. I am thankful for peaceful days filled with laughter and love and friends and good wine. I'm a pretty simple girl.
In 2015, my goals are simple.
I'm going to write more, edit more. I'm going to (probably- knock wood) get a fancier website. I'm going to sweat more, see the sun more, see my friends more.
I'm going to keep following that serendipitous whisper
, the one that takes me to meet people and see places that I didn't plan.
I'm going to give thanks for what I already have. And then I'm going to dream bigger.
Thanks for dreaming with me.