It’s 2018! Happy New Year!
I spent the last hours of 2017 reunited with friends of more than 30 years for an evening of champagne, a ridiculous assortment of delicious hors d’oeuvres , and conversations so funny that my cheeks hurt today from laughing so much. It feels good to spend time with your people, right?
I know today is supposed to be day one of fulfilling all kinds of fantasies of self-reform, but I’m starting 2018 as I do almost every year by refusing to conform. I love the feeling of a fresh start every January 1st, but I don’t set specific resolutions when a new year rolls around. Sure, I’d love to have a perfectly organized junk drawer, healthy snacks at the ready at all times, and more quality time with the fam. I’d like a lot of things, but making a year-long to-do list just stresses me out. I have anxiety over my to-do list for tomorrow. There isn’t enough Xanax in this state to calm the anxiety of a 365 day to-do list.
Still, the new year brings hope and with it a renewed desire for change…and change I will. But until 2018 comes to a close I have no idea what lessons I will learn, people I will meet, or experiences I’m going to have. So I welcome 2018 with only the hope that it will be a bigger and better year than 2017. Given the insanity of last year that should be a smashing success. I mean, if I make it to 2019 without getting a cease and desist letter from a close friend I’m basically killing it! Kidding….just kidding. But honestly, 2018 doesn’t have to deliver much to rise above its predecessor.
An old friend once told me they lived by the “under promise and over deliver” mantra. I like it. Another quote that comes to mind today was by Coco Chanel who said, “Keep your heels, head, and standards high.” Somewhere in both of those quotes I think I’ve got a winning strategy for 2018.
May yours be filled with joy, health, laughter, grace, and a lot of love.
Happy New Year,
Currently playing in the soundtrack of my mind: Ready for it? by Taylor Swift. I am.