It hit me today--for no apparent reason--that six months from this date I reach a milestone birthday.
And tomorrow is Dearly Beloved's and my thirty-sixth wedding anniversary. For those who said it wouldn't last, well, we're still here. Probably crankier than ever, but still here.
I don't set goals or make resolutions because the very minute I do, something comes along that makes it impossible to do what I set out to do. It is likely my own contrariness, but it happens.
However, I think I'm going to see if I can get rid of some things that have been weighing me down in the next six months. It's time to start going through this accumulation of Stuff and Nonsense. I want to downsize, keeping those things which I believe to be useful and know to be beautiful.
Obviously, this does not include needlework of any sort.
But Dearly Beloved had better get a haircut soon or he's going to be out of the beautiful category.