Good Morning!

I'm sitting here with black raccoon eyes, shmeared and tired and wet hair trinkling and dampening my shirt. Abbs and Chlo spent the night and we stayed up to four taking super cool photos in the freezing room downstairs using de-shaded lamps and black ladders as props. I dug out my dressup boxes which held my young girl treasures: tons and tons of old vintage dresses and other clothing items. Once big and swallowing, they fit snug. I will post all the photos (facebook style), so keep an eye out for 'em.
I'm happy.
Today is the VERY last day of the entire year! I love this time of year because, of the newness of it all. The start overness of it all. The I-CAN-change!-ness of it all. I like new years resolutions (I once called them new years revolutions when I was young. I like my version), the reflections, quiet, on the year then the happy bang to bury it. A New Orleans funeral.
But then I thought.  And I thought about the morning, the purple pink skies, sometimes gray, yes, and the waking up. When we wake up, it's new. We have that start over feeling. We have a day in front and a past behind and we can have no choice but to keep going forward. Sometimes we don't go straight forward. We travel winding roads and turns and drifts and shortcuts and accidental long cuts. And that part's life. And it's hard to let go of going our way. To listen to God, to know that we don't know. But we go forward. Morning is a time to get our wheels back on track, our heads up and our hearts right. And that's why, Happy New Years, but also, Good Morning to you!
My New Years Resolution: To Re-learn how to breathe and show the kinder parts of the heart. Patience, a virtue I'm lacking, might be a good thing to tack on too. But we'll see how things go.
What's yours?
Here's some rather well-fitting music to go with:
"Who knows where the time goes" by The Fairport Convention

And course AULD LANG by the Pink Martinis. I LOVVVEEE this version! :)

Au revoir till next year! ;)