This weekend I bought two CDs--those ones they feature at the kiosks in target where you press the picture and hear a sample of the music. I bought one featuring Mozart compositions played on violins; the other is a piano version of Beethoven. I find classical music to be very relaxing. I draw a bubble bath, light a scented candle or some incense and turn on classical music. It's my personal, affordable spa experience.
One of my hopes for the New Year (I refuse to use the term "resolution") is to blog more often and to be more creative in my writing. Maybe relaxation is a way to tap my right brained-ness. I don't know if it helps, but it can't hurt.
I do know that I am ready to pack up 2008 and put it to rest. It's been a hell of a year--too much in the way of turmoil. Another hope is that 2009 will be a better year, even in spite of Amy going to Iraq.
I read a small article this morning about a new year's celebration or ritual (?) in which you can shred something you want to forget about 2008. The article listed some samples of the choices people were making. Some were shredding bank statements; one person was shredding a lone sock that he found in his dryer. As for me, I think I might shred the following: pictures of my daughter's former fiance, a Christmas card that I received complaining about our family dynamics, the many unkind and small minded articles that appear all too often. In fact, I might decide to shred my entire calendar. There were some good things about the year, but those are already imprinted on my heart. The rest of the year can be put to rest. It's time to move forward.