I hung our 2020 flower farm calendar by the tree tonight for a bit, and flipped it to December. Every single day in it is blank, still fresh and untouched, full of promise and potential. It’s a far cry from our packed 2019 December calendar, and it makes me feel like the ghost of Christmas future is here with me in the farmhouse tonight. Right now, the fire is crackling, our favorite ginger snaps are baking (get the best recipe from @sinclairandmoore!), @andrewpetersonmusic is playing, my kids are resting, and everything is warm and peaceful.

I want to bottle up this feeling and keep it close to my heart all year long, to remember how the simplest things matter the most. I want to remember that hustle isn’t always a worthy trade for rest, and that relationships matter more than accomplishments.

As I walk through the New Year, begin the new decade, and march inexorably towards this still-future December, I’d like to imagine my future self standing here again, with a feeling of satisfaction after a year of keeping the main things the main thing. It’s a real possibility, if I approach each day humbly, filling each of the now-open squares intentionally instead of “reactionarily.” What are your plans for filling your 2020? I plan on hard work, grit, determination, and lots of beauty-sharing per usual, BUT I also purpose to temper it with plenty of rest, generosity, and beauty-intake.