For the first time in ages, I did not put down firm resolutions on a new year list. And that's a good thing, cause I would have broken them all in the past few days. Eating badly, no exercise, and booze. Did it all. Yep.
I re-read my last blog post, and I am still going to keep my goals of running that half marathon in May, trying out my juicer, and reading. Those are a given and aren't resolutions since they are things I planned on doing anyway. I am a person who must have some structure to my life. None at all leads to laziness and a "meh" attitude.
No resolutions is very freeing and leaves the whole year wide open to endless possibilities and many forks in the 2013 road. That means blogging when I have sudden inspiration, reading whatever and whenever I want--and even sometimes not reading much at all. It means taking courageous leaps (aka "aw fuck it!" moments) and listening to my inner voice more often and letting the outside noise fade away. It means pushing just a wee bit harder when I don't want to, and hearing my sister say "Don't be such a puss" in my ear when I'm in doubt of leaping into the unknown: I heard it this past weekend when I was standing at the start of a very high zip line, ready to be launched out over a crowd of people. I felt the fear and did it anyway, conscious of Patti's voice in my head. She will keep me on that path of courage mixed with a bit of common sense.
2013 started out with me standing on the Las Vegas Strip watching fireworks go off all around me and kissing my sweetie to ring in the new year. A year ago I never would have dreamed that was even something I would do in my life. How much can change in a year! And I've learned that lesson over and over in 2012, so 2013 is my year of not planning and letting things happen--the good, the sad, the bad, the spectacular, the ho-hum, the everyday, the magical.