And Just Like That...

Man who is behind on everything realizes that pesky number at the end of the date is different.

Folks. FOLKS. FOLKS! Holidays happened. We had New Years! It’s a new year now, people are putting their intentions out there and shifting their aproaches to things and also trying to prepare for a new presidential administration here in the US and all the things it could and probably will mean for us. I have been… doing a weird combination of taking on WAY too much and also trying to conserve my energy. I’ve been daydreaming about a bright future, letting things slip through the cracks, learning to crochet, and generally trying to problem solve about those pesky adult life things that follow up.

2024 was, in some ways, a less dramatic year for me and my little family in our little corner of the world. I mean sure, sometimes smoke from far away poisoned us, we felt the impacts of climate change, the election was very stressful, and we continued to be broke, neurodivergent, and queer, in a world that doesn’t like to make those things easy. And yet… none of us had covid, none of us were hospitalized, we continued to home educate and the only major deaths I recall at this moment were ducks (which was a lot to deal with in its own way). Things were… stable. I picked up odd childcare and freelance gigs, sold a few bits and bobs of curriculum, while my partner stayed at the same job they’ve had for a few years now. Our daughter started reading for pleasure. In the spring we adopted a new dog, in the winter we bought a new (to us) vehicle. We went camping twice. I used a reading tracking app for the first time and liked it.

And now, it’s a brand new year.

This year, it’s my hope to offer a lot more in the way of curriculum and other resources in order to support more home and small group educators. I also would love to do more collaborative projects, and I plan to go to the dentist (eeeeep) and turn 40.

And, after nearly nine mostly wonderful years renting the same home, we will have to move this year. The details are still being sorted. It is not without challenges. I’m hoping it will be a new adventure that brings new opportunity, but the unknown is always scary. After moving constantly for most of my adult life (and a good chunk of my childhood) I have been in this place for almost as long as I’ve been anywhere. Have I lost my packing abilities? How will moving with a kid who is nearing double digits be different than moving with an infant was? Time will tell.

One thing is certain, though. I intend to write more. A lot more. I’m afraid to commit to specific amounts and dates because I’ve been moving slowly this winter, and there are things I have to prioritize at the moment, but if you look forward to seeing me pop up in your inbox, hopefully this will be a good year for you.

At least in one way.