So, it’s 200, sorry, 2010! Which really has no significance except that it’s two thousand AND TEN. I’ve now been living in 4 decades and I’ve yet to turn 30. Sweet!
When I used that line on Kevin he liked to rub it in that he’s been living in FIVE decades now and he’s not yet 40. Yeah, I told him, but I’m still not even 30, let alone 40. (Bring it on 30.)
I have a lot of hope for 2010 and I want to strive to do my part to see that all these things happen.
I hope it brings change.
I hope it brings prosperity.
I hope it brings revelations about our future.
I hope it brings a baby.
I hope it brings Kevin opportunities.
I hope it brings guidance.
I hope it brings a stronger marriage, a stronger family.
I hope it brings more TIME.
I hope it brings peace, strength and independence.
I hope it brings pride.
I hope it brings laughs.
I hope it brings health.
I hope it brings a strong back, a strong heart and the wisdom to take care of me and my growing family.
I know it will bring love.
My short list goals for this year:
To eat better, eat less.
To trust my instincts, when they’re loud and when they’re quiet.
To protect myself from the people that continue to hurt me.
To make more of an effort to spend grown up time with my husband, sans kids.
To excel at my work, which I’m not ashamed to admit that I love and that I think is one of the most important jobs a person can do.
To always remember that the responsibility I have been given to be Avelyn’s mother is a gift and I should embrace each second as it flies by.
To love my first born unconditionally, draw on patience (as often as humanly possible) and wrap her up in my arms as much as she can stand.
Okay the last few aren’t really goals, but more of a this will happen until I breathe my last breath.
Finally, I plan to love stronger, live harder and embrace this beautiful, brief opportunity I have been given on this earth. Life is so, so short and I don’t want to waste another minute on anything or anyone that takes away from my ability to live a happy life.
Happy New Year everybody!
I think you could be a poet.
My only goal this year is to potty train Tucker. Is it attainable?? That has yet to be determined.