New year, same me.

Happy New Year!

We get to say that for like the entire month of January, right? Great.

If you read this blog, you're pretty much guaranteed to also be part of my regular life, and so you know what's up. You know I'm in the midst of an employment waiting game that felt way more appropriate during Advent and now is delaying my new-year urge to do a new thing! I've been saying for these last few months that, "as the Spirit moves, so shall I." Who knew she was so slow? :)

Because I have a lot of free time and not a lot of money, I'm doing a lot of reading. This is certainly glorious. And because my dearest friends and family know me so well, they gave me almost exclusively books for Christmas. Books on books on books. Look at them, in all their wordy glory:


And because I'm me, there's a bookmark (well, a dog-ear, really) in four of them already. Not to exclude the two John Green books J and I are still moseying through. And the two political volumes I started at least a year ago and swear I'll get back to one of these days. Some things never change, I guess.