Sunday, January 01, 2023

2023, Rule Number One

 Ho, ho, ho- Happy New Year, or however it goes. I am just so happy that 2022 is done, I don't know what to do with myself. Last year seemed so unrelenting in the "fuck shit" category. Some days there were smiles and laughs at noon, and then tears by dinnertime. And that mood was the entire 365 days. I don't ever want to re-live 2022. There was a viral TikTok that said "These weapons formed against me, they prospering just a little bit." If that wasn't the running motto for 2022, I don't know what was. 

So to say that I am happy that we all get a "start anew" would be an understatement. It is only the first day of this new year, but I am going into this bitch tightly holding the hand of hope because I know how close 2022 came to driving me absolutely bonkers. Please keep in mind that while I am holding on to hope and squeezing her hands like someone trying to get ALL their groceries in the house in one trip, I realize that hope ain't loyal- my kid is sleeping on the couch next to me as I type this. Stuffy nose and a fever. Negative for all the things but still feels like crap. And still I keep holding on. 

Y'all ever watch Mark Harmon play Jethro Gibbs on NCIS? He is a surly Marine who heads a group of investigators and they solve crimes perpetrated on or by military personnel. Gibbs has rules- and everyone on his team knows them. He often just has to say "Rule number 9" and the team member will automatically know that he means "Never go anywhere without a knife." It became an unspoken truth during the years I watched the show. Well. I have decided that I am as badass as Mark Harmon (even though Jethro Gibbs is a fictional character, I am not as badass as Gibbs... but Mark, yeah I could take him!) Since I am (at least) as badass as Mark Harmon, I have decided to come up with some rules during this "new year, new me" stage that everyone dabbles in at the beginning of every year. 

So Rule number 1. It is for me AND everyone else. It is simple. RULE #1: Be fucking for real.  I find that with the changing of calendar years, folks lean heavy on made resolutions (myself included) and the first step to making those resolutions happen? Be fucking for real. You can't go from 437 pounds and no training routine to running a marathon on January 10. I'm going to need y'all to be fucking for real. You are not going to pull off significant changes with no planning or implementation. You have to be real with yourself. Have a really frank discussion with yourself and make a plan and then, for the love of all that is holy, DO IT. If these last 3 years have taught us nothing, they have screamed that we are all operating on borrowed time. So, do the work within that will assist you in whatever you are trying to accomplish outwardly. In other words: BE FUCKING FOR REAL.

The work is hard, but worth it. Happy New Year, now let's get after it!


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