I have had my share of bad years, but mostly good. The year of 2017 was not my best. In fact, 2017 was the saddest for my family with the passing of my dad. Added to this was health stuff, relationship issues and the deaths of beloved pets.
My nearly twenty-year-old kitty, Kiki Dee died. I tried to get her to that number--20, but she had cancer.
I'm hoping for a better year. Who knows maybe 2018 will play nice. I have a ton of things I'd like to do. I think the hopeful call them goals. I'll call them goals or...wishful thinking. On a big scale, I would like to change the humans of the world for the better, but in reality I can only change me. In this new year, I would like to:
• start things,
• then finish things,
• find out what the heck is wrong with my health,
• find and buy a new car, for reals,
• continue playing my new guitar,
• learn my new camera and take lots of pictures with her,
• draw again,
• sew more,
• love not judge,
• stay close to God,
• give not take,
• make peace where I spread conflict,
• Most importantly, I need to show up in my own life, not just function day to day, but live it. There will not be a perfect day to start.
And tick tock.
I know I'm late, but Happy New Year!
The picture at the top is of my dining table and one of my goals. I am sorting pictures for my photo albums, this time. The problem lies in stopping to look at each one and reminiscing. I might meet that goal since I have to clear the dining table by April for a birthday party.
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