I don’t mean that life doesn’t matter.

Or that time should be wasted.

Or that we should drift through our days without care.

I mean something quieter: Most years don’t matter in the way we’re taught to think they should.

Happy 2018, friends!

My husband, Bodie, the two dogs, and myself headed up to the Adirondacks to celebrate the holidays.  The drive was LONG.  Like 24 hours not counting stops.  Most of the drive went very well, and we had time to talk about life, passions, projects, and random silliness. 

When we got up to New York, it got very very cold.