Last year I resolved to have a A Glorious, Amazing, Crazy, Stupendous Year. It was going to be a REVOLUTION! Go me!
That didn’t work out. By the end, I was just trying to survive the year.
This year, I’m not doing it. NO RESOLUTIONS.
On the other hand, my dear husband Edmund is working on a Year of Acceptance. He does pretty well at these “theme” years. Maybe I should take a page out of his book.
I’ll tell you what – I’m just going to keep plugging with the podcast and starting my balloon twisting business. I’ll work on my Field Notes and drinking less Coke. And surviving. Keeping on, keeping on.
It’s about all I can handle.