Yet again

So, I hope none of you are trying to win the laptop in the giveaway over at "Confessions of a Pioneer Woman" because I am clearly going to win it. And someday I'll have a blog that can give away a laptop on NYE, too.

OK, maybe not.

But so far so good in the pre-New Years make-over in my head.

I had planned to whip up a fancy organization system in my closet, which turned out to be much more messed-up that I had thought. Hmmmm, wonder what else is more messed up than I thought it was. Maybe, you know, my HEAD!? Probably.

Love that metaphor. The deep storage in my closet and in my head. Messed-up. But a work in progress.

It turned out that I only have one pair of serviceable socks in an entire woman-sized basket full of socks. And I also have fifty times more skirts than I thought I did. Who knew? Now all the hole filled socks are awaiting execution and the skirts are hanging, breathlessly waiting to be worn in the new year, I am ready for the launch to a tidy and organized closet. It seems that often I stood in the stuffed closet with the lament "I have nothing to weaaaarrrrr!" Now, I have some things to wear. And I know what fits. And I know that eating those french fries is really a lose-lose situation. So, I'm making progress.

Tonight we're eating dinner and then heading to our friends' house. I really am looking forward to the new year. And I'm astonished at how fast time goes. Can it really be nine years since we all celebrated the turn to 2000? Can I really be the mother of three young men? Can it really be possible to let go of the attachment I have to food? Maybe. The teenagers are all there, it really will be 2009 very soon and I keep getting older no matter HOW many of those fancy lotions I buy. Nope nope nope. So, might as well accept all true things as, well, you know. True.

I have no resolutions. I want to be real and love the people I love and stand up for the things I love and be who I mean to be. Nothing new. Just trying to come home, though I've broken my vows a thousand times, yet again, to come home.