On January

I am gently redirecting myself into January: using a planner, thinking of spring, worrying about money, wishing. Each day breaks nearly as spotless as the last, with a shimmering mountain-blue opportunity to "get it right".

How do I tell you about my serious hours when I'm uncertain of their results. . .? I used to say some things and omit others for the thrill of being called mysterious (I like the novelty, as a person who has always talked more when she's nervous, and been nervous often). These days I'm just dancing around jinxes.

My official endorsements for January (I won't engage in all this faux-clairvoyant all-year nonsense) are: 

• Orthodox Christmas (as a minimum benchmark re: extended merriment)
• epiphanies 
• physical calendars
• blogging, obviously
• documentation
• poetry
• travel sprays

My Mugler Angel travel spray is this enchanting blue crystal and I love it for that even though I've envied the iconic full-size star bottle for years. Where possible, I prefer to live with something a while before committing. ♡

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