I have a love/hate relationship with the last 6 months of the year. In a way I love the fall for the weather it is supposed to bring (some years, nature doesn't bring it). However, with the seasonally shorter days and every other excuse there is, the end of the year (starting with mid-November around my birthday) puts me into a funk.
More dealing with family situations, more reminders of another year that has gone by without much change from the last, people going on about how they plan to improve themselves. Oh, my goodness, can we get to January 2 already?
In 2011, I feel short of reading my Bible every day by one day. December 31 was the only day I missed. If only I did so well in 2012. I know I missed a week.
The only resolution I may have met this year, and I'm not sure it started off as a resolution or a formal goal, but all 366 days of 2012, I posted on this blog. Now, granted, 200 of them were not quality posts. That probably applies to all 366 days, actually.
I didn't lose the weight I wanted to lose. I didn't walk as many days as I planned to walk. Aren't those auto resolutions at the first of any year?
But here is something positive...
The best thing that happened in 2012 was that I was finally freed from a job that I needed to be freed from for my own mental well-being. It was an awesomely good thing.
In 2013, I hope to be able to escape this neighborhood. I still may not be able to buy a house, but I at least want to graduate from this one.
I don't plan to pick a word for the year. Or make a list of goals, though if I did, perhaps I should make resolutions such as:
- Only make one Facebook complaint about my neighbors per week.
- Only make an excuse to get out of walking once a week.