So I know I said I wouldn’t be back until the new year, but I’ve got time to kill, and I’ve so loved reading everyone else’s holiday recaps, so…here I am. At least for a few moments.
Christmas was great. Really. I only had one instance of what my friend Leigh calls “the holiday freakout” (which we have decided is required, at some point, in the month of December) and it passed relatively quickly. I made devilled eggs for Christmas Eve dinner, a turkey breast on Christmas day (I know, step back, I am COOKING!) and got an iPod nano from my husband, which is just about the Coolest Thing Ever. I had no idea you could put pictures on it, and have a slide show with music of your choosing. This could be dangerous. I haven’t yet taken off the plastic cover, though, as I’ve been warned the surface will scratch completely within seconds. But otherwise so far, so good.
Other holiday doings: a nice big breakfast with my family in front of a crackling fire (we were so Norman Rockwell-esque, except for my dogs having to be restrained from mauling everyone), an outing to see The Family Stone (which I thought was good, but not great) and the fact that I received both The History of Love and Wonder Boys from my mom, two books I’ve been wanting to read for ages. I’m about halfway through Wonder Boys, and it’s incredible. Man. Michael Chabon is my new god.
Today, though, big things are happening. Our neighbor across the street, who is an incredible artist, has helped us pick paint colors for our new room and existing kitchen and living room, and today he’s starting the process of putting them on the walls. People, I’ll be honest: I’m nervous. I am a very cautious person by nature, as well as incredibly indecisive—which can be a dangerous combination—and we’re going from a warm white to various shades of a terra-cotta like color. Yesterday, he put bits of the new colors here and there on the walls, so we could see how they’d look during the day, and at night. It was startling to see these sudden darker parts, and at first, I got freaked out. But then, sitting on the couch and looking at the new colors, I started to think about this last year, which has been so full of changes and ups and downs and the unexpected. I had to take a few risks that scared me to death, but I did it, and each time things came out maybe not perfect (because there is no perfect) but exactly as they should be, even if before I didn’t know what that was.
So today, I will stand in my kitchen and watch it begin to change around me. I may feel my heart skip, but this is the truth, the one I have learned above all others in the last year, so much so I put it before page one of Just Listen: “The best way out is always through.” I’ll never know how things (and my walls) will really look if I don’t take a risk and change them. So here we go.