A new year. Evolving thoughts and goals. Things that once filled my mind no longer matter.
I have come to truly believe that saying that the most important things aren’t things at all.
Friendships become more important to me the older I get. Several friends and I started the new year by meeting for breakfast this morning. I hope it becomes a thing we do every first weekend of January.
But beyond that I hope we stop waiting for “occasions” to get together. I hope we get together just because. Just because we value each other. Just because it’s fun.
We met at Cracker Barrel this morning. We sat at a large round table, drank coffee and ate eggs, bacon, biscuits, gravy while we talked dogs.
I felt nourished. Not from the eggs, bacon, and grits. But from the feeling of belonging. The feeling of being with friends who mostly get me.
So I claim this the theme of this new year. Nourishing. Friends. Spending time as opposed to passing time.