Usually, I would come up with a new year’s resolution a couple of days before the end of the year so that I can begin faking my way through my new mission on day one.
That didn’t happen this year. In fact, I purposely didn’t stay up to ring in the New Year and one thing you should know about me, or will learn, I rarely pass up an opportunity to have a drink and “ringing in the New Year” means a glass of champagne. Okay maybe a bottle of champagne.
I’ve been trying to think of something clever and witty to write as my first blog of the year but I only seem to be stressing out over this so much that I stunt my thought process.
Two of my sons went to church with me the first Sunday in January because what better way can you start a New Year off? Our pastor told us that fasting for 21 days is good for the soul and it doesn’t have to be a food fasting but anything we choose. My first thought was that I would not curse for 21 days. That should have been easy but by the time I made it to the parking lot my brain started mocking me by saying “f**k that! Who do you think you’re kidding?” So that was done.
Overall, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so depressed before.
I know that most, if not all, of these feelings stems from my darling husband’s poor health situation so I probably should cut myself a little slack.
That being said, perhaps my New Year’s resolution should be to take a deep breath and take life one day at a time.
Happy New Year’s everyone.