Every morning this month, instead of scribbling down a list of to-do's and concocting some master plan to squeeze way too much into my pre-Christmas day, I've sat by our little tree with my usual breakfast cereal (now being served in my new favorite bowl from Ink and Peat), and daydreamed a bit. I've thought of the wonderful Christmases I had as a kid, I've thought of my far-away family whom I adore, I've thought of how I've come to love this wonderful city we live in (even though a year ago I was feeling all undone about it). I've gone on long walks in our perfectly snowy neighborhood. And I've thought about how content I am, doing a lot less than before.
same tree as last year, happily not undone