January 1: I lack any motivation to get out of bed, let alone tackle any of my New Year’s resolutions.
I feel like death. My head is pounding and my heart races when I stand up. And no, I don’t have a hangover from too much New Year’s Eve partying. Hopefully its just a bit of dehydration and lack of sleep. While I know it would probably make me feel better, I don’t exactly feel motivated to make a veggie burger and do yoga right now.
One thing I can say to start off the New Year, despite the vice-like headache that is making any creative thought near impossible:
I am blessed.
Forget the fact that I have a house and plenty to eat and the most attentive husband imaginable and a car and a job and an education, I rang in the New Year with some pretty surprising blessings.
When we recieved our electric bill in the mail yesterday, we found that Empire Electric had refunded our deposit and we now have a $145 credit to our account.
John Mark has decided to sell a guitar, an amp, and his drums to help pay off a good portion of the debt we have left and start saving for things to come.
Brigette made it to Japan safe and sound, and even got bumped up to business class for the arduous 17 hour flight over the Pacific.
John Mark and I are spending an entire week in Oregon with Jared and Julie…. in 8 days.
My entire trip to Cambodia in February has been paid for by a generous couple who has also pledged to support my work monthly.
We spent New Year’s Eve with friends from Mystery, which not only ended up being a great time to laugh and play nerts (which I apparently am horrible at) and drink wine and get to know each other, but was surprisingly encouraging to the lonely introvert that I am.
And as I write this, I am honestly beginning to feel better. It’s the power of positive thinking, I guess. A salad is beginning to sound like a pretty tasty lunch…