I came across my old journals on the bookshelf recently. I hadn’t thought of them for a while, so I took a closer look.
Before I knew it, I was being carried away on their wayback machine, traveling through time (a shout-out to Mr Peabody and Sherman from the Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoons I watched as a kid).
The books tracked most of the personal, professional, and creative details of my life during the decade from 2000 to 2010, with a few years missing in between. Each was a time capsule in sequence. I’ve always felt that I had my own work to do and their pages revealed my brainstorms about what this was and how I might get there. At their start, I was working at Harvard with a bunch of great people. My job was challenging, and fun. I made lists and plans, taking stock of where I’d been, aiming to forecast what was next. By their end, I had retired. My time was my own then, a fresh start full of promise.
These days I find New Years Day is like that for me – a fresh start. It’s my favorite holiday.
Each year on January 1st, I make a new plan, and breathe.
Happy 2022 everyone, full of promise.
Just Breathe – my new knit design, published 2/27/2022.