Good Riddance to 2007

Happy New Year! Aren’t you glad for the opportunities a new year brings? The chance to make—the break—resolutions? The chance to make lists—that you’ll misplace—of all the things that need to be done? Fresh, blank pages in journals and diaries that you’ll stop writing in within two or three weeks?

Goodness, who is the pessimist?? No, just a realist. I make grand plans each year and then fail to follow through on most of them. I’m through promising myself I’m going to stick to New Year resolutions. The only things I’m going to try and promise myself is to try harder to be true to myself.

I need more “Me” time. I need to do a better job of putting myself first more often that I have in the past. Health scares will do that to you if you’re lucky enough to see the scare as a warning.

There are a lot of things I’m going to “try” to accomplish. Eat less and walk more to weigh less (an annual favorite). Hire a dumpster and clean out the basement and overstuffed closets (another one that gets bumped out year after year). Stop and smell the roses (after I plant some). Go someplace really fun with Dave (Las Vegas and Aruba are under discussion). Ride PJ’s motorcycle (if she’ll let me). Enjoy more time with family and friends.

There is one thing I won’t have to “try” to do—it’s a given. Stick to my breast cancer treatment plan, be early for every appointment, have mammograms at every possible opportunity, and hope I never—never—never—never find myself walking this path again.