Friends,
On January 1, 2024, I emailed you that my word for the year was “abundant — plentiful, with probably more than I can handle.”
This past year was exactly that: abundantly beautiful, busy, tiring, and full of firsts.
I feel that tonight as I type, especially, as the "Sunday scaries" have settled in for our first “real” day of the year tomorrow: rummaging to re-up daycare supplies, cleaning out the email inbox and laundry baskets, and laughing at my bruises and soreness from the pure weight and chaos of these past two weeks.
But back to last year: I don’t even know how to summarize 2024 without leaving something out — isn’t that realization alone such a gift? Our immediate and extended families especially grew this past year, and so much joy has come with it. I can succinctly summarize, however, that when I look into Ava’s eyes and gaze at Hudson’s sense of wonder and feel Alex’s embrace, I have never been happier.
Here’s to adventures and continued abundance. And here’s to keeping it *real* this year. Goals are great at keeping us from settling, sure, but what’s the point if they push us away from the good that’s right in front of us? I'm ready for a year where I can feel fully and show up each day with a contagious energy and open-minded attitude — No goals required.
Happy New Year!