Resolutions . . .

The rituals of beginning a new year:

putting away every evidence of living flamboyant like Liberace;
the end to staying up way past our bed time;
watching the Rose Parade (best parade EVER - on my bucket list of "must go see");
figuring out how to fit cabbage into the meal plan for January 1st;
and making resolutions.

{Putting away the ornaments I glanced over and noticed this group and it struck me that they were bidding each other farewell until next year. and yes, I do need to get out more!}



Anyhoo,

Many people make a big to-do about whether or not they are going to make a New Years resolution and I guess on some level I wonder why I make resolutions myself. While I've never heard of the NYE Resolution Patrol coming to arrest you if you failed to achieve the goal, I wonder sometimes if I would be more content if I forewent this ritual. To be completely honest, I make a resolution on a daily/weekly/monthly basis. I resolve to not eat sweets. I promise myself I will make the effort to get in a walk. I am going to clean out the garage if its the last thing I do. Admittedly I have varying degrees of success - and yet I still make them. My thought is that a resolution is my way of trying to improve my life - and to stop doing that would be an even bigger failure than not losing the weight. This year my big resolution is to look for the good in situations, think positive, and its okay to be "content". I can do that. See, I'm being optimistic already.


Speaking of content (or lack there of), Ike was not happy with the removal of "his tree". At one point his paws reached up through the branches, grabbing on as if to say - "no, mine!" What will he torture us with now?


I am confident he will figure out something.