Today is the first day of the new year and my social media feeds are full of the norm. There are the “new year, new me” posts. Resolutions posts which include everything from crafting more to writing a book to reading more books and everything in between. Weight loss challenges and saving challenges. And of course the posts denouncing all of the above because the change from 2018 to 2018 is just another day yada yada yada.
In the past I’ve done resolutions, a word for the year, a combination of things and nothing. This year as I read friends’ intentions, hopes, and feelings for their year, I find my thoughts being pulled into different directions for what *I* am looking forward to for 2019.
Last year was interesting. The year found me redefining my role as mother (The Bee graduated high school and started college), examining my relationship with The Librarian (whirlwind romances, y’all…they ain’t for the weak) and my place in the Family (like my family Family not some kind of euphemism for “Family”). Add being middle age and some health issues to the mix and 2018 has been a year that I’m not too upset to see go away. (We’re not even going to get into politics…which make me go WTAF everyday, but I digress). By far the biggest change is me leaving my job of 12 years for a new position.
More on all of this later. For now I will spend the remainder of this first day if the new year preparing for an end and a new beginning and allowing what happens to happen.