Notice what I did there? I snuck in my word for 2019 (read about it here). I’m hoping to keep it in mind a lot more than I did Believe in 2018, although Believe really was a great word for 2018, as I pushed myself outside my comfort zone (read my wrap up of 2018 here) and had to believe I would be successful — and I was!
Loving a New Year
I know not everyone loves a new year, or even pays it much attention, quite frankly. Or they make resolutions they know they have little chance of keeping. I think there’s just something about having a clean slate, an entire year laid out before you with nothing but possibilities, that’s exciting.
Loving that Gizmo is still purring and curling up on my lap
I see the changes in him all the time. He’s not back to normal, but I think he’s settled into a new normal for him. Which still involves lots of lap time, lots of purring, and eating pretty well again.
I’m hoping that he stays well at least through March, which will allow us to get to Savannah and will also get him to his eighteenth birthday.
Loving clear streets and paths
Most of the past few big storms have missed us completely. I wrote that last weekend, and at the time all our snow from earlier in the year was gone. We’ve still had plenty of cold weather, but we’ve also had a few really warm days that melted whatever was left.
I’ll be a very happy girl if it could stay that way for another six weeks. Doubtful, but a girl can dream.
Loving going to races with groups
I’m the rogue runner in our little group. The one who goes off to races with her husband in tow instead of following the group. OTOH, without me, there might never have been a group at all. The group came to be because I wanted to run Wineglass with friends.
Running is definitely more fun with friends, but sometimes you have to do your own thing, too. Still it’s nice to have a posse — sometimes, at least — in the local races.
Loving/not loving this coat
I wasn’t going to share this photo. And then I thought, why not? Even if it does make me look like a caterpillar trapped in a cocoon. The coat is seriously ugly. And it’s heavy. It’s also seriously warm, and I’ve already had to wear it on too many dogwalks this winter!
Not loving an empty calendar
Just one last big goal race — or I suppose one first big goal race in 2019. And then . . . who knows? I like to plan, I like to have the next race lined up before the one I’m training for is even run.
Things have a way of working out the way they’re supposed to; I truly believe that. I guess I just have to trust that 2019 has some good things up its sleeve for me. And at this point in 2018, there was also only one race on the calendar.
Tea? Iced Tea? Coffee? Decaf? Green smoothie?
Do you care what your coat looks like as long as it’s warm?
Do you love the possibilities a new year brings?
What are you most looking forward to in 2019?