New Year, New Life

Let me begin by saying that this blog post has absolutely nothing to do with writing and publishing except to say that it’s my first, last and most enduring love.  My writing career is something that I don’t want to change except that I’d like to do it better.  I’d like to be better at promotion, more productive and more successful.  And of course we all want to be better writers.  But that’s not what this post is about.  This post is about me changing my life for the better in 2012.

Don’t misunderstand– I am NOT going to make a list of resolutions.  New Year’s Resolutions are stupid.  No one ever sticks to them and they’re likely to be thrown out the proverbial window by 12:30am on January 1st.  But I’ve decided that there are things in my life that I’m not satisfied with and my GOAL for 2012 is to change those things.  After all, we only get one life.  Why waste it being dissatisfied?

First and foremost, I think it’s time for me to do and be what I want to do and be.  We all make the mistake of doing what we think everyone expects of us and in turn end up being resentful.  And I refuse to waste any time being resentful or pushing those I love away because I have deep-seated anger against them.  Therefore, I’ve decided to pursue some interests and see if they pan out.  In the words of Kelly Clarkson (and I hate this song), “Take a risk, take a chance, make a change and break away.”  It may shake some things up.  I may regret it later, but I have to try.

My mother was 66 years old when she died.   I have become VERY AWARE of this fact in the last couple of years.  Why is it important?  Because that means, at my age, my mom was more than halfway through her life.  Will I die at 66?  God,  I hope not.  But do you think if she’d known that, that she would have been content to work at a stressful job that she hated?  That she wouldn’t have pursued her dreams of being a writer or a teacher or an artist?  Don’t get me wrong, my mother loved her life.  She did fulfill her dreams of having a happy, close-knit family.  My sisters and I and our father were her whole life and she would tell you that she didn’t have any regrets.  But do I think there were things she wished she could have accomplished that she didn’t have the chance to.

So this is my proposal. My GOALS (not resolutions) are to:  pursue some new interests, get healthier with exercise and diet, be a better wife and friend, be the best writer I can be, and get rid of unnecessary stress.  Sounds pretty simple doesn’t it?  We’ll see…