If This Is Just The Beginnin'

I'm not going to do a "Back to the Future" blog post where I talk about all that I learned from last year's mistakes and how I'll improve in 2014.  Oh no.  I'm not going to bore you with how I'm going to lose fifteen pounds, get back to a size X and wear a teen size bikini at the beach.  As if these sisters could ever fit into a teen size bikini top - don't think so.  I won't brag about trying to write a best selling young adult novel, eat healthy, and spend loads of time with family and friends.

Because when it all comes down to it, today is another day.  Or is it?

I woke up at 5:00 am instead of my usual 4:00, perhaps because I actually stayed up past midnight last night, instead, as my boys insist, of napping at 6 pm.  I talked to my mom at 6:30, and made brownies.  I realized I was out of flour, and ran to the supermarket in the almighty Volvo.  I'm on my fourth cup of coffee.  I texted friends.  I jammed out to Pandora.

But isn't New Year's Day full of hope, full of promise?  Each year we wake up wanting some sort of miracle to occur on this day.  Like we'll put on our pants and suddenly they'll be super loose around the waist.  Darn!  it did not happen!  I still have forty exams to correct and twenty-something thank you notes to scribe.  The work didn't disappear overnight, so gone is the fantasy of lounging in pajamas all day, zoning out to Netflix.  But is that a bad thing?

I'm happy being busy.  I wouldn't have it any other way.  Let's face it.  I don't know how to relax. I never have.  For me, the ultimate form of relaxation is either reading or sending out postcards.  if that makes me happy, so be it.

So here is 2014.  Another day in the life.  The beginning, according to most, of yet another year.  But it's just another day...