New Year, New Day, New You

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New Year, New Day, New You
Whew! What was that!? What am I talking about? I’m talking about the rapid countdown that closes out one year and rings in another. It feels like every year around September when everyone settles down into the “back to school” mode, I’m swallowed into a massive world wind that siphons time. I start to witness the leaves on the trees as they begin to transition from a green monochromatic color scheme to an autumn color wheel, that boast all different shades of reds, yellows, and browns. I never stop to enjoy the musical performance that the foliage offers as it makes it way from the sky high branches above to the cool ground below. I’m not blaming anyone. I’m just trying to figure out why I never have time to look out my window, NO! better yet, step onto my patio and enjoy my front row tickets to that awesome show. Maybe it’s because where I live the weather is cooler and damp as it conditions us for winters that are full of snow and ice. It could also be that the days almost seem to run together since it’s dark when I leave for work and night is quickly closing in by the time I get home. I find myself shuffling around trying to complete errands hoping to beat the darkness and nightly drop in temperatures before they set in.
This routine carries me into late October. With a few sprinkles of surprises like sunny days and warmer that average temps, that allow my family the occasional Saturday morning that we set aside to do a yard clean up. And even then I don’t take time to appreciate nature’s glory. Instead, I’m huffing and puffing about having to spend precious time picking up such a “mess.” Complaining about my husband’s multiple runs to the hardware store to pick up more bags, another rake or an extension cord for the leaf blower. That’s all within the first hour of clean up. I don’t even want to go there about the aches and pains that set in hours later after coming inside to rest up and eat. Even something as mindless as breathing seems to prove difficult.
Before I know it, Thanksgiving is staring me in the face. Family, food, and shopping. Nowadays, folks don’t see Thanksgiving as an independent holiday worthy of its own celebration. It seems to now serve as merely a hinge to something else. Most think of it as a kickoff to holiday sales that have been moved up from 4 a.m. to 4 p.m. on Thanksgiving Day. Some households set Thanksgiving dinner not around what time is convenient for their guests but around the start time of Black Friday sales.
As I’m being flung around in what feels like a rip current. I occasionally look over to see friends, family, holiday parties, Christmas trees and eggnog.
Then I find myself being spit out by the waves that have been wrestling with me, tired and bloated (feeling pounds heavier), with empty wine bottles and leftovers in the fridge.
Welcome to 2012.
Instead of getting down on myself about letting things slip away from me, I acknowledge that this time of year is a representation of hatchala chadasha (which is Hebrew, and once translated, means New Beginning.) I am encouraged to use this time to press the reset button. I know there will be those who say it’s pointless to set goals only to fall short of them. However, I believe that the only people who fail are those who stop trying.
So what?! I didn’t lose as much weight as I wanted to. I got off the couch more days than I laid around. I was successful! I have a healthier heart, I’ve built more muscle, and am starting to fit smaller sizes. I . . . WAS . . .  SUCCESSFUL!
Sometimes we cut our lives short by constantly looking back like the biblical characters Lot and his wife.
This year, I vow to be bold and daring with my goals. I vow to keep my eyes on the prize until I achieve my “success” . . . whatever that is.
How about you?

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