While 2013 takes forever putting her shoes and coat on, I started to think back on this year.
It was hard.
I wrote so much more than I thought I could.
I weighed myself and something clicked and I broke myself down to rebuild. I wrote about it and you read it and I was suddenly not so hungry.
I ran. I ran some more. I broke up with butter and sugar.
I started writing a book.
I found new ways to be annoyed by a 3-year-old and also new ways to love her.
I discovered taking the stairs two at a time is so much easier. Until you trip up the stairs and pray your kneecaps haven't swiveled to the back of your legs.
I need to do a lot in 2014.
I'll make 45 lists and immediately feel worse instead of better.
I want to be here more often.
I hope to see you then.
(Here's some photos from the year that was. Happy HAPPY New Year to all of us.)