Wednesday, January 2, 2008

A New Year

It's been an interesting year - I'm debating whether I hope 2008 is interesting or not. The house is done - hired the painter over the summer to finish the trim. Had some health issues, which are ongoing, but I'm feeling sort of positive about the neuropathy. It is what it is, and we will deal with it. JC is doing better in school, and has a really positive attitude this year (yeah!). Rachel is starting to hit the challenging year school-wise, but she has a wonderful teacher who I really feel like I can partner with to help her. And William is really blossoming in kindergarten. I don't think he'll ever be a child who LOVES school, but he's clearly learning and enjoying it, and becoming social in a way he really wasn't last year. John's job is becoming more challenging, and it's clearly more stressful, but on the other hand, that seems to be a more rewarding, happier time for him than when he's bored at work. And he does like the travel - inconvenient for me on occasion, but it is truly something I have learned to live with and I don't mind.

And me? Feeling creative again, although I haven't created much lately. Actually sort of enjoying the ongoing project of cleaning my crafting room. It's a voyage of discovery, finding treasures I'd forgotten about. And it's gradually getting better, and hopefully staying better longer. I'm enjoying this blogging thing - it's very interesting to be keeping a diary/journal online, knowing that others are watching. It makes you think about things in a different way.

Happy New Year to all!


Jill said...

I'm enjoying your blogging thing, too! It's helping me feel more connected to you again. I very often find myself missing my old friends -- the ones that I could really be completely honest with -- and this connection helps some. And, even though it's not my blog, it helps me think about things in a different way, too.

Susan Z said...

I am really enjoying the blogging thing also.I am also enjoying checking your blog! It is a very interesting mix of theraputic writing and knowing that others (known and possibly unknown) may read it.