I'm not going to lie. 2012 sucked giant donkey balls. 2011 wasn't that much better.
Declaring that 2013 is going to be better just seems like a dare to the universe to whack me even harder than ever. Not something I want to even tempt.
So, I will declare only what I know will happen.
In 2013, I will turn 40. There won't be any complaining from me. I feel good. I'm lucky to get to turn 40.
In 2013, Christopher will start kindergarten. I don't know where, and I don't know that I'm altogether alright with any of it. It causes me more anxiety than I would like to admit.
In 2013, Colin will start at Arts Together. I'm happy we have two more years to be there.
In 2013, Mallory will start her last year of high school. So we have one starting preschool, one starting kindergarten, and one starting her senior year.
In 2013, Kevin and I will have been married for seven years. How is that even possible?
There are goals I have for 2013. I want to keep the house neater. I want to be in the 140's before I'm 40. I want to have my the way I eat when I'm counting points become more natural for me - have it not be a diet, but just the way I eat. I want to sew more. Write more. Play more. Sing more.
I want to be more present in my life in 2013. Aware of my children and their needs. Aware of my husband and his needs. Aware of my friends and their needs. And of course, aware of myself and my needs.
It's so easy for me to just get stuck in my head. It doesn't take much for me to curl up like a pill bug and roll into my little hole. I'm going to let that be alright if it happens deliberately, but I'm going to try not to let it happen with me unaware.
In 2013, I will try to live deliberately, making thoughtful choices in my body, my mind, and my soul.
It's not a resolution. At least, not a New Year's resolution. It is a goal. One that my whole life has been leading up to. I think I have the tools to reach it finally.
I guess we will see.