This past year was as many years before, a year of change and possibilities, a year of growth and a year of just plowing through the tough times because I believed it had to get better. I’m old enough to know that I shouldn’t tempt fate by asking how much worse it could have been because every time I do that the universe reminds me that it has a sense of humor and that’s not always a good thing.
I don’t usually make New Year’s resolutions because I know myself well enough to know that if I somehow didn’t accomplish them all, I would feel guilty. Who needs that much negativity?
After giving it some thought though, I realized that for some reason I’ve always felt as if whatever I’ve done “wrong” one year should be the focus of getting right the next. This year, that doesn’t make as much sense as it has in the past. I don’t want to drag the negative energy that came with all of last year’s baggage into 2016. Maybe this can be the year I simply close the door and start fresh.
This is a year of possibilities. Self-publishing is something new that I want to try. I already have one project in the works and am researching formatting and distribution options to use as a test. Work is only one part of my life though. This year, I plan to drink the wine and eat the chocolate, enjoy life and loved ones and not stress over whatever situation tries to test my sanity.
I’ve lived in jeans and sweatshirts and tennis shoes for most of my adult life. I don’t plan on ditching them anytime soon but I found a copy of an old book with patterns for what are charmingly called “Peasant Chic”. Oh, shades of my hippie days. Stay tuned, I may even take a selfie wearing some of the lovely turquoise jewelry my husband has given me over the years that I usually save for special occasions.
Make every day is a special occasion. That’s my motto for the coming year and my wish for you.
Until next month,
Entice Me: I’ll Be Seeing You by Paris Brandon