Showing posts with label 2012. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2012. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

2013 BEGINS

Every day is an opportunity to begin anew.

But it is nice to have a big calendar change to make it feel more official.

Although New Year's resolutions have been proven to rarely last past January 24th (in my case, not even past 3 p.m. on January 1st), they still are a chance to review the past year and begin once again to lose that 15 lbs., to finally quit watching that evening soap, to begin exercising regularly and write thank-you notes promptly.

Looking back, I realize that 2012 was a very difficult year for me. My husband returned from a year in Iraq - my older brother has been living with us - I've gone through more than one period of simply lying in bed for hours and hours just to try to escape the pain.


But our stake was reorganized, and I received a calling in Relief Society which I've never had before. I finally set aside most of the guilt about not doing more (read that "almost anything") with the horses. I did begin writing that novel. I've been pretty constant with this blog over the past few months. I have read quite a few new books.

I still have an extra 60 lbs. I am carrying around - but I am pretty healthy overall (well, except for my breathing problems, which are never going to go away in mortality). I finally have a hair-cut and some styling products that work for me. I got hooked on a couple more television shows - but I still watch relatively little T.V.



And I'd like to remember to stretch every morning at the beginning of the day - I've posted some word strips above the headboard of my bed to remind me to pray - I am continuing my membership in the gym.

That's enough for New Year's Day, at least for me.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

2012

I like round numbers.

I mean, to a ridiculous amount.

I will not stop at eating 3 M&Ms - it must be 4.

Or 244.



But you get what I mean.


I was born in an even year.

I was married in an even year.






All three of my children were born in odd years - but so was their father.

So I have high hopes for 2012.

Even if the ancient Mayans didn't.