Facing The New Year

The New Year gives me the same sensation that I used to get walking out of the confessional on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon and enjoying the uplifting (howbeit temporary) sensation of having a soul as spotless as a downy white baby seal. Of course by Monday afternoon my soul would look more like a dirty Dalmatian dodging Animal Control.

I’ve been pondering some resolutions for 2012, but I haven’t made any commitments. It seems I have a bad track record with huge statements made in public meant to pressure me into making changes. Of course there’s a whole slew of us spewing off at the mouth at this time of the year so nobody really pays much attention to who is keeping their resolutions and who isn’t. I always seem to keep track of my resolutions though, and I feel the heart curling shame they inflict on my conscience when I don’t keep them. So, this year I ain’t making any!

Suffice it to say that I am going to try really hard to focus on what really matters instead of standing in front of the mirror and pulling on my face to see what I’d look like with a face-lift.




I want to focus more on the things that I need to do to in order to take better care of myself. I believe that on the inside of us we have all of the tools that we need in order to live an amazing life. I want to be like one of those all-in-one miracle pocketknives that they advertise at 3:00 a.m. on those late night shopping networks with those loud mouth announcers bragging; “That’s right folks, it screws, hammers, saws, measures, levels, opens cans, makes keys, starts your car, and adjusts the firmness of your mattress!”




That about sums it up. I have no fancy words or strategies for success. I figure if I focus on this one thing the rest will simply fall into place… including my face;)