A blank slate can be a scarey thing. I know, you are all expecting a post about resolutions (I don't make them), or a new beginning. Am I the only one who wakes up and says, "hey this feels exactly the same as last year so far!?" Kind of like your birthday when you really don't feel a whole new number. Did the first day of 30 feel different than the last day of 29? So here I am. The kids are gone, one to work, one to a friends house, the hubby is working on a project, (beadboard backsplash in the kitchen, looks great:>) and I have the day ahead of me and I don't feel like doing a thing. I am not used to being unproductive. I think about the year ahead and wonder what it will bring. How will I make each moment count? What changes are ahead? Kind of like being handed a clean sheet of paper and being asked to write. How long do you stare at the whiteness, the possibilities, until you mar it with your pencil? So, maybe I'll grab a cup of coffee and an old movie and savor the blankness of today. I don't get many days like this, no demands, no projects, no work. A blank sheet of paper. I think I'll start writing tomorrow.