Thursday, January 2, 2014

A New Year.

It's a new year. 2014. I'm a year older. 35. If there is any one arbitrary thing I love in this world, it's being born on New Year's Day. Of having my new year sync with the world's new year and having a birthday filled with goals and resolutions and fresh starts. Cake and sparkles are nice too, but motivation and inspiration for the best year ever! are particularly appealing to me.
 
So much possibility.
I love that.
 
Last year I was sick on my birthday. I rang in the year while in bed with the flu and bronchitis as a beautiful pair of sequin hot pants hung sadly in my closet.  I heard a lot of complaints about 2013. It wasn't kind to many of my friends, but I cannot complain. It's dismal start did not foreshadow the year for my family, thankfully.  2013 was good to us.
 
This year, Clay and I had exciting plans to ring in 2014 with dear friends and I traded in my beautiful sequin hot pants for sexy leather leggings, but like they often do, plans changed and babysitters fell through and somehow again I ended up welcoming the new year while in bed. No flu or bronchitis this time around, just the three people I love most in this world.
 

 
Hey, it worked for us last year.
 
I'm keeping my resolutions simple this year. No promises of balancing the budget (I can't, it's proven itself impossible), no plan to climb the corporate ladder (that's not where my heart is), no desire to further my education (masters smasters), no driving intention to find god (my religion is inside my home), no compulsion to learn a new skill or master some daunting task (I'm exhausted just typing that).
 
In 2014, I simply want more.
 
more sex.
more dinners with friends.
more time with family.
more yoga.
more walks with the dog.
more kind words.
more books.
 
Simple enough.
 
And that, my friends, is what I hope to see in 2014, in my 35th year. More of what I already have. I think this means that I am completely happy with myself and where I am. Of being here, in this moment, in this year, in this body, in this age, with the these people I have in my life; of not wanting new, just wanting more (there's a difference).
 
 
Here's to 2014. To happy birthdays. To new years.
May it be our best year yet.

3 comments:

  1. Happy Birthday! I am a Januray 2nd baby, and I too love that it is birthday and New Year resolutions.

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  2. Happy belated birthday! :) I'm a NYE baby, so I get all the same feelings about the new year that you do. Wishing you all you want and MORE in 2014!

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  3. Happy 35th! I woulda sat for you ;) Being a nanny means spending lots of holidays snuggling babies that aren't mine. But I'm sure it was awesome just the same

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