Square Peg ● Round Hole







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.