The past week’s been a revolving door through realms of inspired, let’s go energy and actually let’s just curl up in bed.
The new year lined up pretty perfectly with my pms, but the rain has wrapped everything in a cozy buzzing excitement. We had a new years eve party, complete with an intention room that I set up with Gabi, prosecco punch and tinsel everywhere that I completely failed to document.
The night was so rainy, I was doubtful anyone would make it, but people showed up with beautiful wet coats and bottles of natural wine. It seemed like everyone found a spot to come together, even spilling out to the drier spots of our back patio to watch the rain. In our past parties I’ve gotten myself all worn out for no reason, trying to talk to as many people as possible, but ending up feeling like I talked to no one. I was very intentional going into the evening, staying calm instead of running around the party trying to over-host. We designed the party to be a first stop of the evening and everyone was gone by 11:30pm. Gabi, Chris and I toasted at midnight and fell asleep soon after. It was exactly what I hoped for, plus I didn’t drink too much, paired water with every glass and woke up free of any hangover.
Having a party makes this home feel very real and every day I’m more grateful for it. We get our coffee table on Friday and then we’re pretty much done with all the big puzzle pieces.
I had to grab printer ink at Staples and spent 20 minutes in the planner aisle. It’s been years since I went all official and bought a date book, but this year I want to hold myself accountable to personal deadlines. I keep getting snippets of my nightly dreams that I remember like flashes in a movie trailer, whispering to believe and follow my creativity. I never have dreams like this—I rarely even remember my dreams—so I’m trying to really listen to that call.
I’m going to work with specific visualizations this year. I was hesitant to do this in past years, because it felt like every year I’d line up my ideas and they’d end up being cosmic bowling pins that fates would knock down.