Am I the only person who is disappointed when nothing magical happens at midnight on New Year’s Eve?
It’s like I somehow think that life should have a gigantic reset button which automatically gets pushed when the ball drops at Time Square. Only it doesn’t, and each time I’m left thinking, “Well, crap, that was disappointing.”
Every year I resist the urge to make resolutions because quite frankly I suck at dieting and exercise. So unless it’s suddenly become posh to resolve to eat more cheese and chocolate I am completely out of luck on that front.
After the nightmare that my 2012 turned out to be, I somehow find myself making lots of lists – goals big and small that I want to accomplish. Resolutions if you will, despite myself.
And as long and completely irrational as my list is, they all boil down to one thing.
I want to be happy. Like honest to goodness can’t wait to get out of bed and see what this day brings kind of happy.
I feel like I’m in limbo and I just keep waiting for something to happen and then I’ll be happy. Like if I just get divorced then I’ll be happy. If I could go home to Maine for a visit then I’d be happy. If, if, if…
Somehow in all the stress of the last few years it’s like I’ve completely forgotten how to let go and just be in the moment.
So that’s it, my one and only resolution for 2013 – to learn how to find joy in my everyday life.
It starts with making time each and every day for the things I love. So here I sit with a cup of hot tea, listening to Joshua Bell, editing photos of a hike to one of my new favorite places, blogging about how crazy I’ve turned out to be, and hoping that 2013 will be an amazing year. Although truth be told, I’ll be happy if it just sucks less than last year!