Moving On...

2012, you weren’t bad.  There were some real highlights but then, you and I came crashing down. The past 12 weeks have been spent consumed with this broken wing.  12 weeks in 2012.  Seems like quite enough for me.  I’m done.  2012 you will no longer be defined by the bad, by the arm, by the freaking huge curve ball you sent my way.  2012 you will be remembered for the wonderful trips that were taken, the visits with family and friends, the good times that I was smart enough to journal.  I am going to embrace that journal and look back often at all the wonderful that was.  I’m also going to have an even better journal this year.  You know why? Because 2012…2013 is going to kick your butt.  And that is not going to be an easy task because really, 2012 you were pretty great. 

No resolutions this year, just a positive and hopeful attitude to make every day the best that it can be. (Okay, let’s be realistic here – 300 of 365.) I’m not doing one little word but I’m picking a word.  Push.  I’m going to push my physical therapy. I’m going to push myself to be motivated after work.   That will be difficult but it’s important.  I’m going to push myself creatively. And hopefully I’m going to push myself in ways that I can’t even imagine.  2013 has already brought news of an expected baby, dinner plans for Saturday night and a finished knitted item. I like what I see so far!   

Happy New Year friends, I can't wait to get going!

(And not so many of the lazy instagram pics!)