Posted By on January 1, 2015

Welcome 2015. The year before you wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t too great either. I have good thoughts about you, 2015, so let’s hope you can live up to them. Fifteen is my favorite number, so keep that in mind.

I didn’t celebrate New Year’s Eve. To be truthful, I kept forgetting it was the last day of the year. Even as I toddled off to bed at 8:45, my husband said, “You aren’t going to stay up for the clock?” and it took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about. Realizing I didn’t care, I went to bed anyway. Perhaps that makes me old and boring. On a good note, I’m not starting January 1, 2015 with a hangover. I’m not wondering what I got up to last night. I don’t have apologies to make to anyone. I’m not in jail. I know where my car is. I know where all my clothes are. I don’t have to spend today cleaning up after a party.

I didn’t make any New Year resolutions. I have in the past, then I just feel really bad when they are orphaned before spring is even a thought. There are habits I need to break, improvements I need to make. But orphans are sad. Nobody likes to create orphans. I can’t be responsible for such things. The guilt is too heavy.

I’m not piloting life aimlessly, though. I have two books I hope to finish and publish this year. May 2015 finally be the year they see the light of day!



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