I am quite excited! Firstly, because I am back to writing and blogging after a two week break. I feel rested, chocolatey and full of words.
Secondly, because I have a new diary. It is completely empty. Untouched by ink or lead. Its crisp, clear, white sheets cry out to me, “Fill me in. Scribble on me. Mess me up”. I love it!
I have always thought there is something wonderful about a new diary. I sit and flick through the pages; weeks, months, an entire year full of….nothing. Yet. No appointments. No deadlines. No lists of jobs to get done in the house (one can always hope!). No hastily scribbled notes. No birthday parties to attend. No reminders. Nothing.
I will check what day of the week my birthday falls on this year (a Sunday as it happens). I’ll circle all the important annual dates in our lives and then I will put my pen down, because apart from these dates, and the fact that my eldest son will start school in September (I’ll deal with that one later!), I have, at this precise moment, absolutely no idea what we will be doing, where we will be going or what I will need to remember to take with us on the other days of this year. And I really like that.
I look forward to filling those pages with the stuff of our family life as it happens. As with most years, there will inevitably be a few reasons to write on those pages with sadness, or with a tinge of worry, anger or frustration. But I also hope that I will have many, many reasons to add events to be celebrated and commemorated, reasons to congratulate and cheer, occasions to jump for joy and dance around the kitchen.
To some, empty pages are the work of the devil, nagging at you to be filled in when you can find nothing of worth, interest or importance to fill them in with. To me, these empty pages are full of potential and hope for me and my family and friends. What better way to kick off a brand new year and a brand new decade.
Empty pages watch out. I’m coming to get you.