In my mind there are lists. Lists of groceries for xmas. Lists of wanting to dos on Sunday. Lists of books I wish to read. Of items I wish to knit. Lists of ambitions for 2010. Of foods I'd like to taste. Places I wish to go. People I'd like to see. Projects I wish to start. And finish. Of what I wish to do more. And what I want to do less.
I'm aware that mind-lists can be ones you desperately write down so they wont clutter. These list are nothing like that. These recurrent lists are lists of anticipation. Looking forward. Of Joy, and of endless possibilities ...
I read a quote the other day that stuck; it was by Antoine de Saint-Exupery, and read
A goal without a plan is just a wish
It stuck, I quess, because I have a lot of wishes. There's nothing wrong with having wishes. But having indefinate wishes sometimes stand in the way of carrying them out.
Last year, around this time, I ventured out on a wonderful journey—going into business on my own. I happily went out to sea, having thrown all my baggage in the cabin, a big mess, and set sail.
The year has truely been great. I'm not sailing for shore. But I will use this break to go below deck. And find the compass.
As you can see above, I received Estis gorgeous Calendar
And Camillas wonderful book. Thank you both.