New Year’s Resolutions, 2018
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New Year’s Resolutions, 2018
When my daughters were growing up, on the first day of the year, after having a delicious breakfast of lox, cream cheese on pumpernickle bagels, all thanks to the generosity of the Van Alens, we sat down at the kitchen table to write down our resolutions for the upcoming year.
I was trying to make the activity fun and we had plenty of bright pens and pictures to help vizualize specific goals by drawing and making collages of our dreams turned goals.
During the many paranting workshops I took in my eagerness to offer my kids the best, I learned certain basic rules which, it was my understanding, were guaranteed to give positive results. Why did I feel it was so important to have goals? Once upon a time, when I was growing up in a communist country where the only admissable goals were those imposed by the state, an elderly wise woman, asked me a rethorical question:
”If you do not know where you are going, HOW are you going to get there?”
As my daughters and I sat down for this activity, which I hoped to become a tradition, we were guided by a few basic rules.
Here they were:
“Children do WHAT they see, not WHAT you say!” In other words, deeds speak louder than words!
Another rule was:
“It takes small steps to reach a Big goal, so… take baby steps!”
The third rule was:
“Write down your goals and the steps needed to reach them.”
The last rule:
” Have reasonable goals and expectations.”
I hope the paranting workshops were correct and, my now adult daughters, changed our childhood activity of writing down our resolutions for the upcoming year, into a life long tradition.
Personally, I continue to keep the tradition ( minus the gourmet breakfast) and still make the mistake of wishing too much, aware that I’m setting myself up for faileure. However, there is a different way to look at it:
If I ask for too much and accomplish a half, that is better than setting a goal so small, half of it accomplished is insignificant.
This statement brings me to the conclusion that everything is perception and all it matters is who looks at “IT,” WHAT are the personal characteristics of the person, not only the “nurture” elements but the “nature” elements, which we may not ignore.
It is a known fact that the SAME EVENT, many times negative in itself, for one person becomes the POSITIVE life changing element, giving him/her strength and purpose, while the SAME EVENT, for other individuals, becomes the “ sad motivation” to fail, the justification to follow in the steps of some of our ancestors who chose the easy path of falling…
We all have “genetic predispositions,” some good, some bad but God also gave us FREE WILL and the ability to make CHOICES! In other words, we are predisposed, not doomed!
As the words suggest, “CLIMBING” until tyou reach the top of YOUR mountain, your goal, your purpose in life, requires EFFORT. It is easy to go downhill, to “free fall,” with no direction, but when the bottom is hit, it ALWAYS hurts and many times is deadly.
At the beginning of 2018 I am contemplating life from the only perspective I have: mine…
I cannot turn time back and reasonably expect to accomplish goals which are dreams I failed to change into reality years ago.
So… here is another thought:
As we age, realistically, how do we adjust our goals so that they become more than unattainable dreams?
Just for the sake of it, here is a list of WHAT I would like to accomplish in 2018.
“They,” not sure who they are, but I assume “the wise,” suggest not only to write down your goals but also to share them with others. I think the purpose is to hold one accountable.
Here is my wish list:
Are these dreams or goals? WHAT are the baby steps necessary to accomplish them, or some?
I hope this firse post of 2018 inspires you to join us in a sincere desire to be successful and happy at whatever we wish to accomplish or to be!
POWER IS IN NUMBERS! Join us!
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May you have a prosperous 2018 and thank you for all your valuable sharing and comments which bring value to our communities.
From previous posts, who read them, knows, it was vacation for everyo
ne, as far as I’m concerned… even God went on vacation.
So, I really looked forward to the last day of this month.
August 31. I had a long ago scheduled appointment with the head of hand surgery at Rothman Institute in Philadelphia. About an hour and a half each way from Harrisburg.
Frankly, I still feel Philly as home. I raised a family in suburban Philly, I was happy, sad, hopeful, desperate…in Philly… than I moved to Harrisburg in 2011 and the cycle repeated … or not.
Okay… so I do my best to stay positive. The American way, bright sided, as one of my favorite books states. To see the brightness in the darkness, even if it’s just wishful thinking, let’s do it. It’s all a matter of your thinking, your fault if you don’t think positive enough. So… let’s do it.
In the spirit of positiveness…
I take random pics of birds, the sun, clouds, even recycling… right? That’s positive.
Well… let’s back up the story by a few hours…
As I was getting ready to leave for my surgeon appointment in Philly, my beloved African Grey parrot, who always says I love you, every morning, is mute. However, when I approached him, he bit me and drew blood. Miserable bird. This was the hand already injured. Now, I added to it a parrot bite.
Okay, I am going to ignore and stay positive, damn it.
Back to Philly.
I take random beautiful pics as I walk to my appointment. I think they are beautiful, it’s a matter of opinion.
I feel peaceful, at home, even as the pain in my wrist is more and more bothersome.
Oh… who do I see coming out of a coffee shop? My old, good friend, Sandy D. Our kids grew up together, we had been friends for almost 30 years.
We hug and stand in the middle of the sidewalk and chat… so much to catch up with… in the middle of a sentence I feel something stung my right hand. Same hand, the problem hand.
Auch…. I feel pain. I look at my right hand as the bee sting gets redder and redder.
Given the level of pain I bear daily, this pain is a joke.
A bee just stung me, I announced to Sandy in a flat voice.
She looked at me confused…
Yep, I confirmed.
I could not even get upset. I smiled in an idiotic way.
We hugged good bye.
I continue to walk to my hand surgeon appointment.
On the way I stop and had breakfast at I Hop.
What the hack. I used my left hand.
I arrived at Rothman Institute early.
I like my doctor but I know I am a difficult patient. Translation, I know too much…
Anyway, surgery is scheduled for October 9th.
This is the end of August.
What are the chances that your parrot bites you, a bee stings you, as you go to schedule hand surgery for the same infamous hand?
If you read this in a book, you’d probably think it was in poor taste.
Well, guess what?
Real life is in poor taste.
So bad it’s funny. Let’s give thanks for our sense of humor.http://www.thenudetruth.com
The initial problem which needs surgery
Random pics from Philly. The Positive side…
Nothing like the sun
Middletown train station, waiting for the fateful train to Philly.
Tomorrow is September 1st. Let’s stay positive.
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