A New Year

The first day of a new year lends itself to pondering my life's meaning. I can't help it. Intention is in the air. Purpose pulls at me- Find yourself. Figure things out.

It's easy to see this year will be another of pivotal change for our family. We're unsettled in our current house and are in the process of finding a home in a new area. We're hoping to embark on a new way of living, homesteading. We want to grow our own food, learn to hunt, care for, and cultivate. We want to spend much more time outside and much less inside. These are the things we're keeping in mind as our house-hunt evolves into a land-hunt. The other side of this adventure is preparing our current house to show, and hopefully sell. Sorting through belongings, downsizing, decluttering, cleaning- such tasks are less fun than hanging out with our realtor, yet obviously essential. It feels good to have a purpose after spinning our wheels a bit over the holidays.

On a personal level, this year I'll be writing more. I have so many ideas percolating, and I've always found writing to be therapeutic. I can't wait to dive back in. I'll have to make a conscious effort to invest more time in this area. 

Overall, there is nothing new in our 2013 agenda. We're always trying to do better, learn more, and get to the point. What the New Year does, is solidify those things we want to do, and bring new life to our goals. For that, I'm grateful to this day.

The Challenge of Challenges

As I was accepting the challenge to blog once a day for the entirety of November, my husband was making a plan of his own. He is going to do 10,000 kettlebell swings this month! Let me tell you, tonight neither of us feels like doing anything. Yet here we are, forcing ourselves to stay committed. 

When I thought about the challenges of NaBloPoMo, I thought they would be more about what to write, or when to write, not whether to write! I think it would help if I set a scheduled time aside each day for blogging. Ideally this would be in the mornings, between bus runs (I take Steve to his bus first, then some neighbor kids to their buses at different times). The problem with this is that it isn't a big block of time each day. My mornings are more of the in-and-out variety. I'm definitely not getting up earlier to write. We have one computer, and Steve gets up very early to do his own reading and writing. That leaves afternoons or evenings, which have no set routine either. Some afternoons I'm running to bus stops, or running downtown, etc. I don't know what I'll end up doing, but I hope to settle into some sort of routine (I've been saying that for years, yo).

When do you write? What works for you?