I love January and the new year. (I know it’s arbitrary and we can have a fresh start feeling anytime, but… something about it feels so good.)
I didn’t read enough books this year, and I want to change that next year (I am putting book-reading as the second item on my schedule every day) – but! however! – out of the books I did read, there were some real doozies. And the awards go to…
We’re having Christmas lunch and the little cousin is talking about teachers at his school, and how some of them are awful, and some of them are nice. He shares a story about his Religious Education teacher, who told his class that Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy aren’t real.
In August, we had a 5-week holiday, and we started with Burning Man. It was an amazing experience, and I’m so glad we did it first, because it shook me out of everyday-life faster than anything else could, and made me feel free / creative / wildly alive / in tune with myself / reset / back to basics / separated from things that were bringing me down / and many other positive things.
Once upon a time in Mexico, James pretended to take a photo.