Let go
January 1, 2005After the stroke of midnight, after we hooted and hollered and blew our horns, after we exchanged “Happy New Year”s and “I love you”s with our families via cell phone, after we clinked glasses brimming with champagne, we each grabbed a balloon and went outside.
Earlier, we’d made lists of fears, anxieties and issues we wanted to let go of this year. We rolled each scrap of paper into a tiny scroll and tied them to the balloons.
At the count of three, we released them. It was exhilarating and peaceful all at once. We stood in the middle of the street for a few minutes, watching the balloons disappear into the dark night sky.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
