That I made up. Which will be obvious.
May you not feel you must adhere to the decorating, entertaining, and other standards found in magazines or on HGTV. Nor the standards set by your neighbors. Or that snotty woman in your book club.
May mountains of laundry not raise your anxiety level one fraction of an inch.
May Zillow lead you not into temptation to peek at the value of your house.
May you be oblivious to the high fashion demands that only look good on those with the dimensions of my thirteen year old nephew (5'9, 108 lbs).
May your best haircut and color last you well into 6 months without needing refreshing.
May blissful blindness obscure from you such things as blueberry muffin batter splattered all over your walls, floor, and dog.
May you have the shrewdness to determine whether your children have a genuine need or are simply attempting to manipulate you.
May you perfect the art of saying no to the PTA, Sunday School, or other requests for you to volunteer time you really don't have.
May all of your houseplants be healthy and hearty and not die.
May the deer not know your garden even exists.
May you order appetizers, drinks, and dessert with your meal sometimes, and not worry about it in any way.
May dust not accrue on the surfaces of your home.
May you get to go on more dates with your husband.
May you delight in down time spent with your children. May you take it.
May you muster a little courage to try something new.
May you love with abandon and be deeply rewarded for it.
May you discover that you are more at home with who you are than you ever have been.
May the sun shine on you this year more than it did last year. But kind of like filtered through 30spf sunblock. Yet still providing sufficient amounts of vitamin D.
May you know that I appreciate the connection we have through this little nook of cyberspace.
Happy New Year!
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