The Clock is Ticking

So what exactly is the expiration date on New Year's resolutions? I know they have a habit of being broken rather early on - in fact it seems to be expected, but what about those of us that haven't quite gotten started?

Here we are a week into the new year, and I'm still pumping up to launch my soon to be new and improved self into that impressive list of good intentions. And once I do get around to instituting the new me, rest assured I'm gonna be the most amazing person that ever filled these particular shoes.

I'm not so much referring to the baggage so many of us are inclined to drag around like a broken limb - the heavy duty stuff that would likely require some inspired brand of surgical removal. It's that other stuff I'm determined to toss away with the trash. Impatience, procrastination. Annoyance with the kinks inherent to ordinary life. Ugly flareups of anger that serve little purpose other then to assure all those closeup and personal (aka, sharing life within the same four walls) to "clear the room and head for zee hills, because Mom's having another one of her crazy lady meltdowns."

Mostly though I'm looking to enforce those changes that will just make me a better wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, and child of God. You know the type I'm talking about - cool, calm, and mellow. And thoughtful - that's especially important to set the others in motion. One of those zen people who allow the baloney and cheese of life slip away like rain on glass, rather then chasing after storms demanding justice for inflicted damages, even after the worst of it has rolled away across the horizon.

And courage. Definitely courage. Courage to equal the faith and perseverance that inspires me to make mountainous New Year's resolutions every year.

Here's to your own happy New Year, everyone!