I love the start of a new year. A big blank canvas to make goals, realize dreams. Then there's also the opportunity for change.
And yes, change can happen any day of the year, any hour. But January 1st is like the big kahuna of starting over. The Monday of all Mondays.
Change is difficult for a lot of us. New. Scary. There's a fear of failure. And an acceptance that change is needed in some way.
But it can be exciting, too. A journey. An exploration of potential that's lurking just under the surface. The discovery that there might be more to life that one realized. More to yourself.
And sure, there might be bumps in the road. Maybe even failure. But trying is all that truly matters.
My goals for 2015:
Finally learn how to rip the plastic wrap cleanly from its box.
Sing more (sorry, family).
Less procrastinating. (Hahahaha.)
Get rid of the expensive shoes that hurt my feet. (The cheapskate in me is crying.)
Not take any of my blessings for granted.
Learn to crochet a beanie hat.
Spoil my grandbaby. (Easy one!)
Take more pictures.
Learn to make homemade pasta.
Answer emails more quickly.
Write more.Exercise more ( :::whimper::: ).
Try to live more simply.
Organize my office.
Finish painting the living room (longest project ever).
Get outside more.
Enjoy life. Live life. Love life.
Wish me luck.