It was a good first day to the year.
*running amuck with baby girl in the supermarket
*a late coffee with cake
*making baby girl laugh uncontrollably during playing ball
and although it may not please others, the task of
*getting washing done, tidying the house, putting stuff away, and finding homes for bits and bobs that have been staying in random corners since our move over 2 months ago
really makes me satisfied. When I am organised, I feel better about getting other stuff done, and I just feel free.
And let’s not forget the simple and beautiful luxury of
*having Hubbie home with us so we are one, as family, united in our shared relaxation and productiveness of the day
So, for a Jan 1st, it was not too bad. Not massive, but still, it had enough of everything that I feel good about the days ahead.
And you know what? Even if I didn’t have a good day, Jan 1st is not in any way indicative of what the year ahead will hold. Each day is a clean slate, a new opportunity to start fresh and make a start to whatever plans and hopes and dreams you cherish.
You know what is indicative of your year ahead?