I write this late in the evening on January 26th. My toddler son is sleeping in his crib and my infant daughter in her swing. Before me is my 2015 planner.
To write in a new planner is a thrilling event for me. Something about the potential of an entire year before me that makes life worth living.
Endless creative possibilities.
Crafting the future.
All in the pages of a book.
Blank with time waiting to be filled.