Our New Years’ Eve wasn’t anything spectacular. We spent in the safety and comfort of our tin can with each other. I can’t imagine anywhere else I’d want to be. These days, Coach is the center of it all for me so spending the eve with him is perfect. The only thing that would’ve made it any better would have been to still be back home with the kiddos.
The fireworks around here began at 7 last night. As soon as the sun had fully set, the idiots starting shooting stuff. The street next to us, across the fence… man o man… they spent some serious money on pyro goodies. The things they were shooting were definitely of the professional grade kabooms. And very irritating. The walls and floors of this tin can were vibrating and rattling. We could barely hear the television. It was stupid loud. I was sure grateful it’s been raining for the past 3 days.
Beulah was beside herself. She is scared of loud noises…. Gun shots, car backfires, and fireworks. She shivered and did her best to hide all night long. It was awful for her. And there’s no way I could make her feel safe. It was pitiful.
So the start of a new year.
I don’t do resolutions for the new year. I much prefer resolving to do something each morning. I learned a long time ago… it’s easier to manage things one day at a time than one year at a time. Sure, I have goals. Long and short term goals. And daily goals. For me, the daily goals are the most satisfying somehow.
I got on the scale today. January 1 weigh in. I couldn’t believe my eyes… I had to get on & off the scale at least 3 times. I lost weight over the holidays. That seems an impossibility but it’s true. Not much weight but a pound… I’ll take it. Especially when I think about all the garbage I ate… I strayed so far off my diet… oh my.
Back to work in the morning. After taking time off it can be hard to get back in the groove. I did good keeping my wake-up schedule though which makes it a bit easier to get up on the work mornings.
Now that the holidays have come & past I find I’m longing for something to look forward to. That one week this summer when we go back to see the family again… that’s the next big thing. It seems so far in the future. At this age though, it goes by pretty quick. 7 months. It will be here before I know it.
Happy New Year!
P.S. – As I sit here getting ready to post my entry, my heart was blasted to a stop. Stupid idiots… they still have fireworks. Dammit.
The trouble with reality is there’s no background music.