Well, it’s that time of year again, where we as a human race sit back and take stock of all of the things wrong about ourselves and vow, THIS year, to finally fix it. Except, I’m not doing it this year. I’m putting my food down.
2017 will likely NOT be the year I eat better and lose the muffin top I got when I was in college and haven’t been able to part with, especially after kids. What can I say? I’ve grown fond of it. It can hold my ice cream bowl quite well now.
It will probably also NOT be the year that I become more physically fit. Why? Because I hate exercise. There. I said it. It hurts so I don’t wanna. That said, I may occasionally walk the indoor track at the YMCA because I have a memebership…that I got last January when I resolved to get more fit…
And finally, it will probably NOT be the year that I win the Mega Bucks. Mostly, because I don’t play it.
This year, I’m not making any resolutions. Instead, I’m going to keep on keeping on. Keep working, keep loving, keep failing (because how else do we learn if we don’t fail first?) I’m going to continue working on the four books I have that are in varying stages of completion, I’m going to keep reading, both for pleasure and for professional development. I’m going to try new things, see if they fit, and learn from them if they don’t. I’m going to make new friends and reconnect with some old ones.
But above all of this, I’m going to be there for my kids as they enter their 11th and 13th years. They will have a lot of emotional and hormonal changes ahead and I will be ready for the slammed doors in my face or the hug that comes from out of the blue. That’s probably how 2017 will be as well. Lots of change, ups and downs. There is no way to be prepared for what you can’t see, but here I stand, arms outstretched, ready to welcome the New Year.