promises

I used to be excellent with my blogging.  Making an entry, or two, every day.  However, lately I find that pen and paper suit me better.

What comes out, comes out.  Whether it is free flowing as a river or whether my thoughts run into a temporary dam.

Also, I can't backspace or delete.  And.  I am so anal about my journal entries that I dare not scribble through any words. 

They are what they are.  Regardless of a slight misspelling or misplaced punctuation.

It is now after Christmas and before the New Year.  The week of Christmas was stressful, joyful, sinfully delicious and filled with love. 

Not having a job gave me the opportunity to spend time with friends and family that otherwise might have been lost in the shuffle and bustle of the holidays. 

I was able to go shopping for more than an hour.  To browse and be picky.  I haven't had that luxury in such a long time. 

My family received so many gifts this year.  Gifts from the heart.  Gifts from love. 

The year has been a year filled with much emotion.  With much change.  The New Year comes and it is forcing me to reflect back on promises I made myself.  Where I would be. 

It is time to get there.