New Year’s resolutions have never been my thing. Of course, I have goals, but they have nothing to do with a January 1st deadline.
I have dreams, but those are literally farfetched things that won’t happen (e.g. Grow wings and fly to Brazil).
I do have hopes. So here is my list of hopes for the New Year.
I hope I won’t fall down too often, and if and when I do, I hope I won’t beat myself up too much when I pick myself up and keep going forward.
I hope I will be able to let go of the little things and enjoy the moment without worrying so much.
I hope I can see the bright side of everything and everyone this year.
I hope I can just be happy, and stop hurting myself, or letting others in to hurt me.
I hope I will have a full day of just smiles, and laughter.
I hope I don’t lose sight of myself and my weirdness, because it’s what makes me me.
I hope that I don’t wonder once this year, ‘What if?’
I hope for this year to be better, in work, in life, in love, and I hope that I brought the tools from last year forward, so I can do these things.
I hope Joe and I keep getting better with every bump and bruise. I hope we keep becoming more awesome.
I have hope that everyone’s years will be better, and that we all will have an amazing year ahead for families, all our friends and us.