I’ve followed along the last few Januaries like a itty yellow waddling ball of down with all these what’s your word for the new year posts.
Some of my past one and two-syllable mantras to live by:
Or was it . . .
Point is no matter how well-meaning my soul-searching, sitting here 369 days from the start of 2012, I have no idea what word I chose last year.
Like I told my youngest as he was fretting about his strategy on how to best ask for Christmas presents. . . .
“Joe. Can you name me one thing you got for Christmas last year?”
Don’t get me wrong.
Goals and aspirations propel us toward great things but after spending so much of December in a hospital with my father, one of my personal revelations was
Even if you are blessed with 85 years it FLYS.
Don’t sweat the small stuff,
RELISH the small stuff.
For in the small stuff you might find your mission.
A dear friend who experienced more heartache in 2012 than most live through in a lifetime wrote me – I wake up everyday saying as long as I’m still here, there is still God’s work to be done.
My friend Annie, who may not have much material in life but is rich beyond measure in spiritual matters always says, “First thing I do every morning is thank God for waking me up.”
So that’s my New Year’s touchstone.
Every morning when my eyes open and my brain begins to function, I shall think: God gave me this day.
No moping, no fretting, no daylong pitty-parties, there is a reason I’m still walking the earth for another 24 hours.
Put a smile on your face, get out of bed and . . . find it.
Go out and live.
I wish you all a 2013 full of adventure.
Big and small.
What do you wish for the next 362 days?