Bubba is in Tennessee and I’m in California. What a distance apart for this New Year's. No bubbly drinks or kisses at midnight. He saw 2009 two hours before me. We whispered well-wishes to each other over our cell phones at our respective hours.
Bubba asked if I made any '09 resolutions. Perhaps it's the onslaught of age or perhaps it's having spent so much personal time with a retired career soldier/leader that I replied with a carefree, nonchalant: "None."
I don't need to make resolutions. They don't serve to define anything.
Simply put, I told Bubba the following:
I will continue to enjoy my glasses of red wine nightly.
I will continue to eat chocolate.
I will start working out again once the brisk, brittle cold subsides. I will run along the beach shoreline on the days I feel like it.
I will try to continue to write steadfastly. And if I don't, well, then I'll try harder on another day.
That's all.
No resolutions.
No worries.
And, I will especially savor each moment in this incredibly stunning apartment with a view throughout '09. Maybe all of the above sounded 'resolution-esque' but nope, they're not. I didn't make any.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
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