Resolved

As I finish up saying my good-byes to 2010 and to the first decade of the millennium, I'm left with one burning question. Did anyone else think we'd have flying cars by now?

I'm just saying. . .

So here we are, on the eve of another new year.  It's a true sign of getting older when you wake up on New Year's Eve and think, "Really? Wait, what just happened?"  A whole whopping 365 days have flown by in record time.  Last year, I resolved to keep my expectations lo and maintain the status quo.  So much easier than trying to lose that last five to fifteen, or stop cussin' or whatever other over-inflated promise I made to myself.

This year, though, I have one resolution: Be nicer to myself.

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No, probably not.  

I'm such a bully to Me sometimes.  I gossip about Me to others.  I don't give Myself enough credit. I rush Myself through things and then berate Myself for not enjoying things.   I ask Myself what happened to the girl I used to be instead of loving Myself for the woman I have become.

Talk about time and energy better spent.

I may not stay up to watch the ball drop.
I may not get up to work-out in the morning.
But, whatever I choose to do -- today, tomorrow and the days ahead -- I'll think of Me and play nice.