Finnley came into our lives two holidays ago. He was six months old and had been through a couple homes. He’s the first small dog, the only rescue we’ve had. Equal parts sass and snuggler, we love him like no other. So different from the golden retrievers that we adored and were deeply connected with. Finnley is our different light—our new, original soul.
Adding new into my life is a challenge. I wasn’t raised to embrace change, and I rail against it when I’m not actively working with it. The last four years have been teeming with change. My sons in college, spending most of my time in New York, building a career with this blog that I love so much. The next six months will bring lots more development to enrich and fear. College graduation, moves, and new ideas and evolution at Plumage 59.
Last night was the third party we’ve had, in the last month. I’m partly exhausted, in the best of ways. And I’m on a high with good feelings and possibilities. We’ve been reconnecting with friends and family, hosting joy in our Denver home—that’s what I aim for. Food equals love! I cook for all of it, and it fulfills me like little else.
Today, on Christmas Day, I’m beginning to look ahead. I don’t remember the last time I had a stretch of time in front of me that wasn’t parceled up with things to do. I’m going to dwell on changes for the blog, make plans for good times ahead with my sons, think about what I need more of in my life, and how to get it. Finnley will be snuggled beside me through it all.
Wishing you the joys of the holidays, and peace within. See you in the new year—ready for different, unfamiliar, exciting life. 💕