I used to make resolutions. I don’t anymore. It’s like making these huge promises to yourself in a heated moment of excitement and then as the year drags by you find yourself realizing you could never live up to those huge expectations. No more. Instead I set realistic goals for myself, and stepping stones of where I want to be at certain times. If sporadic things are thrown in the mix (like my cruise) then so be it. Resolutions are really just metaphorical pinky swears to yourself you have no intention of keeping. Now… if people make resolutions and keep them, kudos to you… it just doesn’t work for me.
Honestly? I just hope 2023 brings me some universal magic. I want to write again (creatively.) I haven’t been able to for about a year now. Just sprinkle a little glitter on me and let me be a little happier and mentally stable than I was last year. I don’t ask for much when it comes to hoping for things to stumble across my path.
For me, right now, it’s just another day, another dollar. I’m writing this while I sit at my desk. I feel the same as I did a few days ago when it was 2022. It’s like a birthday… you don’t feel miraculously different in a day, the changes are gradual, over time.
Here’s wishing 2023 is good to everyone.. Happy New Year.
Paradiso 
If you don’t expect miricles, you won’t be disappointed. Get in the drivers seat on the days you can and work to make them happen. You’re strong enough. 🙂
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