As 2018, winds down, there is part of me looking at it in the rear view mirror. Not to the point of obsession, but more in an observation status. I don’t go into the new year with the gusto of “lookout bitches”. It is more subtle. I used to set these ridiculous resolutions that feel flat within the first week. After all, resolutions are simply unrealistic expectations.
It was thought to be the Babylonians – some 4,000 years ago -who were the geniuses that started with the resolutions crap. Did you know that only 8 percent of those who make resolutions, are successful in achieving their goals? I would think after 4,000 years, we would be smarter.
For me, I like to think that the hardest concept about the new year is simply remembering to write 2019 instead of 2018. That any tweaks I choose to make are not used to set me up to fail, but instead are simply guidelines.
I would say that 2018 was a mixed bag of life changes. Lots of unexpected occurrences that didn’t swallow me whole along with adjusting to a household of three. So, as I close the door on this year, I must give a shoutout to the lessons learned and the experiences that led me to this moment. My intention for 2019 is to simply enjoy the ride.
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