New Year's Resolution...

I was thinking a lot about this today...

And it was hard, because there are so many things to resolve NOT to do... and for me there are plenty of possibilities there. But I can still fit into a size 10... so thank goodness dieting isn't one of them...

So my question tonight is... What IS a resolution? Is it something you stop?... or something you start?

Stopping is really hard... but seriously...so is starting sometimes! And this next thing has always been an especially hard one for me to start.



And I mean being thankful for everything! The joy and the pain, the good and the bad, the ups and downs, the effortless and difficult, the springs and the winters... inclusively... because everything's exactly the way it is, for a purpose! For our good. And everything is it's own "gift" for us to accept in whichever way we choose. (This has always been such a difficult thing for me to wrap my mind around.) And I have SO much more to be thankful for than I could ever NOT be thankful for, in a million years. A million years! It's all... perfect. It is. So why do I keep blabbering to myself in such negative ways sometimes? I'd give examples, but I don't want you to hear them.

(Ya'll really have no idea how hard this is going to be for me.. do you?)

So that's my resolution for tomorrow... and then the next day after that... and the next day after that.

I'm going to give it my best shot.

Anyway...sorry for confusing the holidays.

My Christmas Eve Thoughts...

I left work a little early today. My boss let me. The roads were crazy. Crazier than usual. And the people in the cars I passed looked pretty crazy too... And it just made me wonder about where everyone was going and about all the things they felt they just "had to do"... by tonight! And I guess I just felt really, really thankful... that I have absolutely nothing at all to do tonight... for once.

Well, except for maybe this...

Finale-eeeh...

I can't say I hate drawing, but don't know that I'll ever do much of it again. It's just SO time consuming, and I'm not sure I'm really that good at it. But anyway...

Most students on finals night get to go in, take their test... 45 minutes max, right?... and leave. Not us? We got to spend the full 4 hours doing whatever we wanted to. (???)

So I spent my 4 hours darkening up this background. Over and over and over...



There's a scriptural passage somewhere that talks about opposition in all things... in other words how one can't fully appreciate pleasure without having first experienced pain. Well all I know is that I am finally going to be able to appreciate the immense pleasure of cleaning my house for the first time in 14 weeks!

Two more classes to go towards my degree!... and then what? Not sure.

C'est Moi, non?

Voila!



And that, folks, is the extent of my memory from French class, which incidentally was my first back in 2001 when I first embarked on this crazy degree.

And also, seriously... this sketch (haha... sketch... it's 22x16!) looks tres, tres better in person.