Okay, I confess to clutching just a tiny bit Friday when I woke up, thinking that it was that day—the day the Mayans supposedly predicted the end of the world. However, this week, I’m at Son’s house, so I figured that if the world was going to end, at least we’d all be together for it. But, it was an ordinary day…well, extraordinary because we’re here with Son, DIL, and Grandboy, but no apocalyptic storms or earthquakes or fire falling from the sky. Just a rainy day made sunny by Grandboy’s sweet smile and giggles.
I’m a usually not a person who worries about the fate of the world overmuch. I’ve always figured that the world will take care of itself while I concentrate on my little corner of it. I do what I’m supposed to do–I don’t veer off course all that often. I’m not sure if that makes me boring and predictable or comfortable and safe. I’m thinking that 2013 should be a time of being more bold for me—I know how to do it. I’ve done it before, but I’ve fallen back into the routine of working too much, allowing that to overwhelm me. It’s so easy to do. After all, they’re paying me and that makes all kinds of things possible, like a lake house and trips to see Grandboy.
But, I’m getting restless and that’s a sign that 2013 needs to be different. The best place for me to start is by working less and writing more. I have three novels ready for revisions, another on deck, percolating in the back of my mind, and a notebook full of ideas just waiting for me to release them. I’m looking forward to the new year, to writing more and working less. To moving my body more and getting more exercise so I go into my 60th year as strong and healthy as I can be.
I can’t wait to see our little guy continue to grow–he’ll be walking and talking in 2013—what do you suppose his first words will be. I’m hoping for “Hi, Nanny,” but I’m guessing it’ll be more like “Dada, Mama,” which is okay too. So many firsts are coming up for Son and DIL—there’s no way to tell them how exciting 2013 will be for them, so I’m going to let them be surprised.
The lake beckons, of course, as 2013 spring turns into summer. Boat rides, swimming, bonfires, golf cart rides, and best of all, beer-thirty with all our dear friends. I’ll be learning to use my walking sticks as soon as the weather is warm enough and we’ll be taking bike rides. More time for friends and my sisters means setting work aside and saying “yes” to lunch invites and movies in the afternoons.
I’m going to turn 60 in 2013, but I’m not going to give into that wicked fear that I’ll die of a heart attack like my mother did when she was 60. That’s silly. I’m not my mother. I’m stronger and healthier and more conscious of myself and my body. Nope, 2013 is going to be a year of fun, of joy, of laughter, and of love…a year for wondrous adventure! Talk to me, mes amies. Tell me what you’re looking forward to 2013?