I know I’m a little late to ring in the new year, but I’ve always been a bit slow at transitioning. It takes me a few weeks to warm up to 2015 and to stop writing 2014 on everything at the office. Maybe this is partially due to the fact that I don’t make New Years resolutions. I could say this is because resolutions are silly and always wind up broken but the truth is that I don’t make New Years resolutions because I am busy making and breaking mini resolutions all year long. After trying (and failing) at various times to learn German, keep a neater house, put my family on a nutritious diet, blog every week, and in all ways turn into Super Mom during 2014 the thought of making a New Years resolution (once more, with feeling!) falls a little flat. Still, I do like to take a look at the year in front of me.

I’m not planning any big trips this year, which makes me a bit sad. Part of me keeps hoping that a fantastic trip will fall out of the air like it did last year when Mo and I went to Slovenia and Hungary, but a lot of me feels like this year should be a building year and that this year will finally be the year that I will clean my house/organize my fabric/finish that great American novel.

Speaking of novels, I wrote one! Sort of. In November I was able to keep the resolution to lock myself in my office every night and write at least 1,666 words to complete the National Novel Writing Month challenge. I bumbled my way to 100,000 words, got the T-shirt, and socked my novel away in a bottom drawer to look at in January. I did indeed open it two weeks ago and started reading with a fresh eye. I have to say- it’s dreadful, but not beyond hope. Hopefully 2015 will bring some great revisions.

My job, which started out as something to do between high school and college, has blossomed into a real career. I wish I could keep rolling my eyes and saying that I’m just hanging around until something better comes along but I don’t think that’s entirely true anyone. Yes, the pay checks are a lot better than college, but its amazing how a family worth of expenses can leave you feeling just as broke and uncertain about the future. Only now instead of wondering how we’re ever going to afford that $300 textbook, Michael and I are now wondering how we’re ever going to afford a house. As my grandpa and my dad always say– “The numbers don’t really change as you get older. You just add zeros.”

So, for now, 2015 is still a bit up in the air. And I kind of like it that way. What’s the fun of knowing everything that’s going to happen?