Jan. 4th, 2010

A new year, a new and open road.

A new year, a new start.  Don’t we all say that just after the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s Eve?  Even if we don’t speak it out loud, it’s in our hearts.  Everyone wants a new start, a do-over, if you will.  A chance to shed our sins, our failures, our disappointments and our bad selves.  Like the New Years’ baby we want a future filled with bright promise and adoration. 

Unlike the New Years’ baby, though, we’ve got a lifetime already lived — which we tend to find wanting, hence the New Years resolutions — and, generally, we’ve come to find that adoration is reserved specifically for babies and movie stars. The one by default and the other because we’re envious.  Add a new resolution.

This year, I’ve resolved to be happy with who I am, and with what my life is.  It’s a pretty good life, on most accounts.  I’ve got a family whom I love and who loves me in return.  I’ve got great friends to share my stories with, and who accept my sometimes-strangeness with kindly laughter.  I have a decent job that — most days — makes me feel like I’m contributing something to the world, rather than just taking from it.   I love my home, money-pit though it is, and am grateful to live here.  There is so much abundance in my life, and sometimes I forget that. 

This year, I resolve not to.


Monday, Oct. 5, 2009

So, it’s back to work today.  I’m finally feeling like my old self again. This cold has probably been the worst I’ve ever had.  That it kept me away from my grandkids for 2 weeks, really annoyed me.  Having the week off last week helped, I’m rested and ready to go.

Why hasn’t the universe answered my request for wealth?  I put it out there just about every day, and believe with all my being that it is coming, and yet here I sit, no piles of cash, so cheques pouring in through the mail slot!  I’m not giving up, though, it WILL happen.

I choose to live my life in joy.