Seven days to 38. I am so excited. To me it's my New Year. My year of re-birth, hope, and renewal of My-Self.
On this day I want to say how grateful I am to be alive. No I am not pulling a Drama Queen on you. Seriously. Think about it. You only hear about the famous or infamous passing. Well Crap. I had two buddies of mine pass within two weeks of each other and the oldest was 49. If you want to shudder the other was 38.
Does this mean I am going to watch my step? No. I am going to be living my life. I don't think I'd be giving my sons any service by becoming "Bubble Mom".
This year I think I will:
Be more silly than normal.
Hug my family, (even those that hate contact).
Start the reading circle I wanted to but haven't yet.
Forgive those that have been on my go-away list.
Find at least one new friend.
I have more, but I have 6 more days to add to my list.
Love to all. Sweet dreams.