I have no interest in ever learning how to play Minecraft.
When you have a three-year-old, you absolutely believe in the Tooth Fairy, unicorns, talking snowmen, mermaids and ghosts.
My almost 10-year-old daughter will change the world one day. I can hear it in the excited rush of her voice when she tells me something new. Floors me every time.
Being a 12-year-old girl is challenging and stinky and bumpy and beautiful.
Motherhood never ends; it just changes clothes.
Marriage is hard. Working on it takes time, attention and patience.
I love my husband.
A calm mind is rewarding, but a frenetic one is also rewarding. The first is like a piece of silky chocolate cake; the other is like a sizzling omelet bursting with spinach, cheese, onions and tomatoes doused in hot sauce. Both are delicious.
I struggle to stay present.
Creating my own space – to read, to write, to think, to not think – is really important.
I need to create my own space more often.
Writing is my lifeline.
I’m really lucky or blessed or whatever it is you are when you’re surrounded by love and the only real job you have is to receive it, appreciate it and return it.
Even though I’m one of the lucky ones, I still have crap. It isn’t life and death crap, but it’s still real and I still have to deal with it.
Being grateful is a practice requiring mindfulness. I wish it was more of a no-brainer.
Life is a gift. So is sleep and time alone in the bathroom.
There are way too many good books in this world. I will never get to read them all. I’m sort of sad about that.
It’s okay to be sad.
I will never have tons of friends. The handful of true friendships I have means the world to me and I will go to the ends of the earth to keep and cherish them.
My parents are getting older and that scares me. It doesn’t scare me away; it just scares me.
I love my sister. I wish we didn’t live so far from each other.
Whatever photo we use for our holiday card will not actually reflect the whole truth about our complicated, messy, hollering lives. I’m still going to send out the one that makes us look as perfect as possible, but you should know that’s not the whole story.
We are all full of possibility.
Each day is another chance to begin.
This post is part of the Reverb 14 December daily writing challenge, a series of reflective writing prompts designed to help let go of 2014 and move into 2015 with intention. Today’s prompt: What can you say right now with certainty?