I actually have a weekend. It’s weird when you’re not working, weekends mean less.  And now here I am with tons to do and it’s Sunday. But I don’t dread Monday and that’s fabulous. I think I’m going to be happy here at my new place.  Why? Because I do not have to herd people, I do not assist people, I am not at the beck and call of crazy people. I go in, do what I do and do it well, nice people, nice environment (eco friendly office), and I come home.

I have said good things about a new job before so part of me is reserving judgement but this is diffierent, I can tell.  A friend said to me after I got fired again in August, “I’ve noticed that you go into a job and everything is peachy and then at the end you say things are not peachy.”  Meaning that I go in all happy and then I’m not happy at all.  She seemed to think this was a bad thing or something I needed to look at.  I told her, “hey, I’m very willing in the beginning to look at all the good stuff and to crow about that and be happy about that but when it is over, I’m also willing to say, you know, it wasn’t peachy at all, not even from the beginning but I was trying to give it positive flow and energy and stuff.”  Oh she said.

I mean come on. Should I really go into a new venture and make note of all the bad stuff or should I give it the best I can give it, warts and all.

See, I knew you knew me.  Warts and all baby until the ax falls…

Oooh and things are continuing very well with Mr. Furnace.  I’m keeping my car. I feel like a human, an adult human.  With a little bit of silly thrown in for sanity.

I start full time this week so will be a little quiet I’m thinking.  But I’ll get back to speed with you all soon. I am crocheting in my free time, a yellow and green doily that makes me think of daffodils and a bunch of granny squares in eggplant, dusty purple, dusty blue, and moss green.  Yum…

Goddess knows I am looking forward to a new year.  I do find myself pondering the concept of a new year. Time itself is fluid and doesn’t actually recognize a new year per se.  There is no obvious demarcation between one month to the next, one year to the next, except a paper calendar (or for those of you in digital land, the little screens) page. So just because it’s suddenly 2011 doesn’t mean the lessons of the past years will suddenly stop coming and all will be easy. But. I do like the concept of a new start.

I am not comfortable with the idea of resolutions, I prefer a much more organic process so I very much hesitate to put things down, carve them in stone, but there are some thoughts and wishes I have for myself.

• I want a more generous heart
• I want a more healed heart
• I would like to spend less time on the computer, when I start working the blog might suffer
• I would like to have sex
• I would like to have a strong love with a strong partner, Mr. Furnace is the likely candidate but I understand that this might be a process
• I want to make more things, smaller projects, more wood stuff, more felt stuff
• I want to finish some never ending projects, namely the Wheel of the Year wall hanging, the Roumanian peasant blouse, the Rabbit quilted runner, and my Rigid Container.  The Rigid Container is closest to completion and will probably be the first
• Play more, get out in nature more, smile more
• Considering less Craft and more craft.

Happy New Year! Welcome in the blessings!