Ahh, a new year. Gyms packed with newbies, cranky people giving up chocolate/soda/cigarettes/fast food/etc., etc., etc., in an effort to “resolve” to make themselves better. Over the years I’ve resolved not to make New Year’s resolutions. Not because I don’t have things I need to work on, but because I’m a big believer that bettering ourselves is a constant process, something that shifts and grows throughout the year along with our ever-changing lives.
That being said, I still have a few things I’m working on – not resolutions, mind you, since I started them long before the clock turned away from 2015, but things. I’m going to sleep more. I’m going to eat more kale. I’m going to spend more time doing fun activities with my kids and less time telling them, “Just a minute!” I’m also going to spend less time nagging myself how I can be better and more time saying that I’m pretty good as is.
And finally, I’m going to finish the two books I’ve been working on and break into the world of fiction. I’ve been spending lots of time with these characters, “my other dysfunctional family,” as I like to call them, and I can’t wait for the world to meet them. It might be this year, it might be next year, or it might be the year after that, but it will happen. Because as the epic basketball player Michael Jordan once said, “If you put in the work, the results will come.”
Happy New Year everyone!