'Tis the day before New Years Eve. All humans are reflecting about the past year, 2011.
I never got used to writing that date. Caught myself writing a check dated for 19XX before I realized I was lost in the last century. It felt very natural to write that 19 and I didn't know I was in trouble until I tried to remember the last two digits for the current year. Then my error hit me. 2012 just flows better.
The weather events for 2011 played havoc throughout the world. Tsunami's, earthquakes, tornadoes, floods, famines, record rainfalls, record droughts. I kept waiting for the locusts and other signs of doom to arrive, but alas, humans are remarkably adaptable so life continued, even in the face of tragedy and loss.
The economy still affects everything we do here in our house. I had a job in my profession at the beginning of the year but at the end of the year, I am jobless so I am following the path my hobby with beach glass is taking me. My husband is examining figures and contemplating if he can retire in 2012. He's one of the few in his peer group who is still working. I worry that he'll work one day, one week, one month, one year too long and we will regret it. Life can flip in one doctor's appointment if you get bad news. We want to be capable of doing things we've put off. We have no idea what those things are, but I'm sure we'll come up with some ideas while dozing on the beach after he retires.
Our granddaughters will grow exponentially in 2012. I wish we lived closer to both of them so we could be active participants in their childhood, enjoying the small things they are learning to do. But perhaps our goal could be just to visit them more often, more spontaneously. I am envious that both sets of our own parents lived in the same city, sometimes on the same street, as we did as our children were growing up. I didn't realize how convenient that was for all of us until we realized we live too many miles away to just zip over to visit our own children.
Every year, folks resolve to lose weight, get fit, take care of themselves. But this year, it has to happen or dire consequences could descend upon us. We are not young anymore and getting in shape doesn't just happen like it once did while running after small children, picking them up when they weighed more than I thought I could ever bench press. I know that in order to assure success, one should state out loud the weight loss or exercise goals. Sorry, Folks, I'm not doing that. My lips are sealed, as they should be when I pass by any goodies brought into this house. New rule: Nothing that isn't good for me should enter this house. Let's see how long that commitment lasts! But seriously, I know the risks now that I have entered another decade in age. I do not want bad news at any doctor's appointment!
2012 will be the year to get our physical, mental and spiritual "houses" in order first. For with inside order comes outside order. I love the sense of peace that settles when chaos becomes orderly, when indecision is exchanged for research and confidence. That is my priority for this new year. I resolve to make decisions that are good for me, for us, for my family. I've always preached that the most important thing in life is making good decisions. Now is my chance to live that.
Happy 2012 to All!
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