I love newness!
I’m not talking about new clothes or new cars or other big things. I’m talking about new little things.
A new notebook, a new pack of coffee, a new loaf to cut into.
And a whole new month.
I think it’s the big kid in me. I’m no good at remembering to say “White Rabbits” but I find the first day of every month exciting.
A month is such a good period. There’s enough time to do significant things but not enough time to run out of steam. Each month I create a new month planner headed with "I have thirty days to make a difference, 30 days in which to move my life a bit nearer to how I want it to be". I write my hope list – not a to-do list for that would be to court failure. Hopes are exciting, the stuff of dreams. To-do lists suggest a certain driven-ness.
This month my hopes include things like spending time on the swing in the garden, visiting Normanby Park, having a day at the seaside, making a skirt.
And at the end of the month I do a review. My review of May had such things as my Staycation, a new hair-do, my first visit to the races, making three bags. None of these is important EXCEPT that each has brought me joy and that is supremely important.