This week so many blogs, Facebook posts, and tweets were about new year’s resolutions. I deleted them all. Who would spend the beautiful relaxing week between Christmas and new years rehashing a year that hasn’t ended, cleaning , purging, making lists of changes needed; one even suggesting it would be like a performance appraisal.
“I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there will never be an end”
Louisa May Alcott
You see I do this, thank goodness because if plan A doesn’t work, the alphabet has 25 other letters.
I never wonder what the new year will bring? I know, 365 more do-overs.
My life is simple, every day I collect the eggs, feed the animals and clean the barn. I try to write, paint, or create, and if I don’t get any of these things accomplished, I do something else equally important.
My son-in-law texted me this picture this morning, my granddaughter playing the french horn; my old french horn. It was a leaf I turned over at 10 years old.
I stopped after about 2000 of the required 10,000 hours. Should I have resolved to practice more? Maybe if my goal was Carnegie Hall. This was my last official “gig”, my high school graduation. I used to play the french horn.
Used to be, new leaves turned over or used to do are good. I hope my granddaughter has lots of them. From one of my favourite bloggers today:
Have a great day, turn some leaves over, scribble and throw out some pages, remember all your used to be and do. Tomorrow is another day.