December 2010
Dear Friend,
You know the week that's nestled snugly between Christmas and New Year?
The week that is delicate, exciting, and stressful with holiday put up and take down?
The week where I annually look back and wonder where the hell the time went?
Well, guess what? It came again this year.
"Surely," says I, "surely, it was only barely February."
But no. Another year. Over. Just like that.
Huh.
And as I noted the end of yet another Dilbert desk calendar, I got to wondering: What exactly have I to show for 365 days of getting out of bed every morning?
How have I grown? Improved? Impacted the world, or even a small corner of it?
Have I lived or just sort of existed?
One year from now - when I will once again be faced with this awkward week of Christmas cheer hangover and these pesky probing questions - I want to have something show for myself.
I want to be able to stand before the world with proof that I was really here and that I really lived.
So here I am. And here you are.
A daily record of the best of me. (Almost.)
And also, the best of the life around me.
An attempt to not only appreciate, but acknowledge the finest things that the universe offers up with the morning specials.
A two way street of inspiration.
You'll give. I'll give. Together we'll teach each other all kinds of things.
I can't promise it will be easy and that there won't be a few days of melancholy reflection.
However, I can promise that there will be learning and improvement and that this will be place where you can count on leaving feeling better than when you came.
A refuge of sorts. A place for reflection. A shady spot under a large oak tree in the middle of August.
So come on in. Sit back. Relax. Get comfy. Stay awhile.
And in the meantime I will try my best to tell you where the grass is green and what I know about the river.
All my love,
Sarah
