You know, the big ball drop. Dick Clark -- who I understand was made up in such a fashion that he could have played Grandpa Oompa Loompa. The countdown ushering out the old and bringing in the new.
I fell asleep. 11:15 pm EST to be exact.
And so I missed the big-kiss-at-midnight-smooch-to-welcome-the-new-year thing.
In the spirit of that lovely tradition, I offer this little ditty. It rather covers the bases (first, to be specific. Heh.) for those who are near and dear but far away.
MWAH! That's me, blowing you big kisses in the wind. You know who you are...
Happy 2012, y'all. It's shiny, sparkly and full of possibilities. Plus there's that new car smell.
I'm brimming with optimism about this next 12 months. More so than I can ever remember. Not sure why, but I'm not going to over-analyze in case I jinx something.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end...
Made a set of resolutions last night. Different from the sort one usually makes at the turn of the calendar. You know, those promises we make to ourselves to espouse healthy living, break bad habits, become kinder, gentler, more dignified human beings.
Not this year. Not for me.
My resolution list looks like this:
Now this is a list that's manageable. Do-able. Achievable.
That's not to say that I don't have loftier ambitions. They're just not "resolutions."
They're commitments.
To taking care of me. With healthy, sustainable eating. Exercise. Fresh air. Surrounding myself with people that affirm me. Whose approval I already have. Whose company I genuinely enjoy. Keeping myself mentally sharp. Shaking out cobwebs of the cerebrum. Carving out my identity.
I'm already committed to the mothering thing. If I do say so myself. That's a given. As you know. I'm just adding another layer onto the foundation of my life.
Exciting, isn't it.
Here's to new beginnings. Long may they live.
The best is yet to come and babe, won't it be fine...
I'm brimming with optimism about this next 12 months. More so than I can ever remember. Not sure why, but I'm not going to over-analyze in case I jinx something.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end...
Made a set of resolutions last night. Different from the sort one usually makes at the turn of the calendar. You know, those promises we make to ourselves to espouse healthy living, break bad habits, become kinder, gentler, more dignified human beings.
Not this year. Not for me.
My resolution list looks like this:
1. Write more.
2. Drink Scotch.
3. Listen to Sinatra.
Now this is a list that's manageable. Do-able. Achievable.
That's not to say that I don't have loftier ambitions. They're just not "resolutions."
They're commitments.
To taking care of me. With healthy, sustainable eating. Exercise. Fresh air. Surrounding myself with people that affirm me. Whose approval I already have. Whose company I genuinely enjoy. Keeping myself mentally sharp. Shaking out cobwebs of the cerebrum. Carving out my identity.
I'm already committed to the mothering thing. If I do say so myself. That's a given. As you know. I'm just adding another layer onto the foundation of my life.
Exciting, isn't it.
Here's to new beginnings. Long may they live.
The best is yet to come and babe, won't it be fine...
4 comments:
I love your list of commitments! I said I'm not making resolutions this year either. I have a tiny list of goals and aspirations and I'm ready to go!
2012 will be our year!
Another one here with a few goals for the year but no resolutions. I've made a few good starts in 2011, which saw a major change (yet another one) in my life. There are some big decisions looming...but I'm going to take them one day at a time. Hopefully I'll be able to record them on my blog to keep me honest!
Happy New Year to us all!
A perfect list! As always, inspiring.
Channeling Sinatra ... I dig it and will support you all the way.
Bonne année et bonne santé !
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