The year ends and a new one begins.
I don't usually make new year's resolutions. It's not that I don't think they are a great idea. On so many levels they are.
As a matter of fact, I read a statistic that if a person has a resolution they are ten times more likely to keep it. I think this is slightly amusing. How does one measure that? If I wish vs. set a goal, okay. it makes sense setting a goal vs. a wish is definitely engaging the brain and pushing one into making different choices. If I write down a goal vs. just state it, okay, there are studies showing that writing something down makes the brain view it as more concrete. But the ambiguous statement I mentioned is an interesting spin and I wonder how much that study cost.
Can people change? Absolutely. Do the majority choose to change without pressure to do so? Not so much. Why should we change when life is comfortable?
This year has been about some changes in my thinking and actions. And I'm not interested in coasting this coming year. I want to live my life, not sit it out.
I'm going to be tossing out some quotes and thoughts over the next few days or weeks. Maybe even a goal or two.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.