Wise Spirit

“So, are you going to the New Year’s Eve party at so-and-so’s house? EVERYONE is going to be there.” Ummm…No! “Are you going to stay up to watch the ball drop?”Ummm…No! “Do you have your resolutions for 2017 all set?” Ummm…No!“Did you get in on that offer that XYZ fitness center is having? Their gym is amazing.”Ummm…No! “Are you going downtown with us to see the fireworks?”Ummm…No! “Is it okay if I stop by tonight? Maybe we can open a bottle of Pinot Noir to toast the New Year.” Ummm…No!
This evening’s festivities include, and are limited to: snuggling with my best friend (my hubby’s cuter than yours) while falling asleep to a Netflix movie Using several swear words (under my breath, of course) as I almost break my neck, tripping over my Grandson’s dinosaurs. (strewn all over the floor) Rolling my eyes and hurling idle threats at my youngest daughter. (she better do those dishes before 11:59pm…bad luck, you understand) Eating something heavily fried with sauce that I know is no damn goo…

It was time. Time for me to get out again. Time for me to sink my toes into the sand. Time for me to turn the volume all the way up on the car radio, and sing as loudly as I could. And no, I can't sing. Time for me to disconnect from the Golden Girls marathon, the mindless memes, the Android apps, the endless political commentary…and finish my novel. It was time to explore the beautiful new neighborhood that I’d moved to months ago, rather than laying comatose on the sofa with a big bag of Lays. It was time to absolve myself for not being as nice as I once was, and learning to respond to some people with a flat-out ‘NO’. It was time for me to lick my wounds, gather my good intentions, and (as Nike says) ‘Just do it.’ I was tired of being exhausted, and I was anxious about my current state of affairs. Although 2016 started off with rainbows and well wishes, it slowly fizzled into a lonely cocoon that I’d become much too comfortable in. A daughter in peril. A career that no longer e…