I am not one to make resolutions at the New Year. I figure, if a change is worth making at all, it might be better to make it while the reason is still fresh in your mind. If you wait until an arbitrary date to start, even if it is a special date, why bother in the long run? Especially if it is a health-related resolution. Just do it. Get a head start on the procrastinators.
What I have done in the past, instead of a resolution, is to challenge the upcoming year to take its best shot at me. I believe that twenty-thirteen was the time I made that challenge. The prior year had had its bad times, but I made it through with all mental faculties intact. I figured I might even have been made stronger by the challenges of twenty-twelve. Well, it may not have been such a good idea to challenge twenty-thirteen after all.
From my health to the health of my loved ones, this last year took its best shot at me, and at her. I came out OK in the long run. The jury is still out about her, but she is hanging in there, fighting as if her life depended on it. And it may.
The rest of the family had taken a hit in the last couple of years, and it continued in twenty-thirteen, but in a way, no one could have foreseen. A hit to my family is a hit to me, no matter who or what is the cause.
It wasn’t all doom and gloom last year. At a time when I was reeling from several hits, I gained a good friend who has already provided many valuable insights about the weirdness life can throw at you from time to time. I hope to be able to pay this friend back in the future, but I hate that this would mean she would need that help. So, I send her positive energy. Maybe it will help keep the weirdness under control. Maybe it will help both of us.
Twenty-thirteen, be gone and good riddance to you. I will never challenge the New Year again. Sometimes the universe hears you, and you end up with more than you bargained for.
Memory is the Key 