Random Thoughts

  I am not one for New Year’s Resolutions.   As a non-believer of them looking in, they appear to be recipes for feeling bad about yourself.   ·         “Lose 20 pounds” – didn’t everyone make that resolution last year, and the year before, and the year before…   ·         “Get my life in order” – if THIS isn’t a promise to yourself that is impossible to keep, I don’t know what is.  (How about, instead, “Find a way to comes to terms at least a little bit about the chaos that is my life”)   ·         “Start a new job/new school/new career/new relationship/new beginning” – not everything is in your control.  Setting a mile high lofty resolution that will likely be impossible for you and you alone to fulfill (without the forces of nature and chemistry and finances and and and… that it takes to make major changes) – well, that might be bei...

So, this is 53. Birthday SUP - first time out on the paddleboards this year I don’t believe in New Year’s Resolutions – but if I DID believe in making promises to yourself that you wanted to keep for a whole year – I would do them on my BIRTHDAY instead of New Year’s.   A birthday is something personal.   It is YOUR day.   It is a clean slate.   A new beginning.   Starting fresh. It's nearly impossible to use a camera timer and get two people in one SUPing photo...  That didn't stop up from trying! But instead of resolutions about what I will do going forward, I think it would be wise to take a look backward and see what 52 (and the years before that) may have taught me. I have been open and honest – 2018 SUCKED.   It was a very hard year for my entire family.   It started with David breaking his collar bone, which turned out to be the very least of our worries and poor David in his arm sling was tossed to the bottom of the ...