I feel like I always end a year grasping at straws, which is a little discouraging and dark, but it’s just an honest way of describing what happens to me as fall turns to winters and work deadlines get tighter, life gets busier, and the lines across budget spreadsheets get fuzzy with Christmas presents and travel plans.
It’s a lot of anxiety-sparking little electrical fires that seem to pop up throughout the gloomy, cold days of October to December, and while I take a little reprieve in the sweet, sweet truths of the holiday season, I feel a bit of emotional burn out come January 1.
While I found joy in new plants and the sun-soaked corners of a new home – an oasis from the hustle and bustle – it was (and is) hard to feel like I could take a deep breath.
So maybe that’s where it all started for me: the planning and creating and conceptualizing of something that isn’t yet there, but needs to be fully polished and ready before the time comes.