For this brand new year, I’m creating a jar for my counter. It might reside by my desk – not sure just yet. But it’s a large blue Mason jar that I’m filling with slips of paper with a few words and the date written on them.
As I go through 2013, I’m writing down the little pleasures that will be forgotten over time. The big events – both glad and sad – we tend to remember well enough. It’s the simple, unassuming things that bring us smiles or comfort we forget that make up the “rest” of our lives – and fill in that dash between the dates on our tombstones.
So with a fresh start for this new year, I’m collecting those small moments now and then to fill my jar and reread on Dec. 31 – just to remind myself that every year is a very good year.
You can vary this recipe for remembering – fill your jar with notes of memorable meals, or fun parties, or a garden’s progress. Fill it with notes on a baby’s growth the flotsam you picked up on sunrise beach walks, details of the plans you’re making for a new house or a trip. Or have more than one jar. I’m keeping it simple.
Hoping that you have a jarful of smiles and maybe get misty with me on 12/31/13.