When I wrote this post about "naming the new year," a few days ago, I received an email from a precious friend of mine stating that her name for the new year is: 2010--The Year of Purpose.
What an awesome name that is.
It seems like the weeks since Christmas have seemed lacking in real purpose for me and I don't like the feeling. I think part of it is almost like post-partum blues: the gearing up for relatives coming in, special food preparations, gift-shopping and wrapping, decorating the inside and outside of the house,--weeks and weeks of preparation and then it is over.