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Loving the Change of Pace

I've decided that one reason we set new year's resolutions is because we have about a week between Christmas and New Year's Day when we have a change of pace, a chance to slow down and reflect.  I love to plan, but I don't like to be rushed, so having a week to have ideas percolate in my brain is refreshing. The thoughts are still rattling around up there, so I'm not ready to take a leap and publicly declare change--don't rush me, remember?--but I am enjoying quiet time.

In some ways, though, my house is noisier.  My brother and his wife and kids are staying with us for a few days.  His oldest child is years younger than my youngest, so we are enjoying having young children in the house.  One of their favorite games is guessing which cousin will wake up first.  We just laughed when we were told that my brother's oldest woke my oldest up by saying, "It's 8:30!! Why aren't you up? Are you sick????"  After a week of college finals, I think it's OK to still be in bed at 8:30. 

Even with young ones running around, I've found time to immerse myself in a new book.  I love to read, but don't finish nearly as many books as I did when I was younger.  Yesterday, I read "The Best of Friends," which John's mom gave me for Christmas.  It made me think of my friends and the various paths our lives have taken.  For many of my friendships, time and distance have taken their toll (facebook notwithstanding),  yet I imagine I could catch up with the amazing women I call friends without too many awkward silent pauses. 

Thankful thought:  Thanks for friends, both those I have had the pleasure of knowing since childhood, and those who are more familiar with my adult life.  Each of you has been a wonderful example to me.

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  1. I remember our walks, friend. Happy reflecting this week. Happy New Year!

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