Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Happy New Year!!!!


Freaked you out to see that Title didnt it? LOL I need a do over!!! I need a go back to Jan first!!! Mine didnt work out so well, and its just not acceptable.

First way to get there............... Welcome 2008, Come in, lets chat, wanna coffee, or do you prefer an arsenal of medications?

New years resolutions have never made a lick of sense to me. I make a practice to never do it.(IN LIST FORM) I think its a set up for failure.. a self fulfilled prophecy in writing. I gave that up years ago..Maybe for lent? Maybe in my twenties? It escapes me... Who hasn't known the face burn of promising the same thing, year after year, and then feeling like a bug under a rock for not sticking to it?Again I say, a set up for personal disaster. At the same time, for me, it's impossible to keep my mind from pondering all of the ways I want 2008 to be different. I am proclaiming a new title for such things. DQL improvements. (Daily Quality of Life)

**Side note: I just get the biggest little tickle out of abbreviations... but thats a different blogabout:)

So.. in a couple months when you see this abbreviation, you’ll need some blog history as not to scratch things while reading. DQL was born in my mind around 2002 when a pro and con list was being developed by Walt and myself. This list was reasons to relocate to the coast, forever. Specifically, the Five Cities area, central coast. our happy place, Pismo Beach.
Now we factored in everything from careers, income, family , friends, to demographics, weather, longevity in our senior years. The deciding line on that LIST came down to ONE thing.

DQL
So upon the return of my son from Iraq, a plan was set into motion, and rather quickly I might add, and just after the new year. I tell you this because all decisions now, ( for me) begin with.... “will it improve my daily quality of life?” (and/or How)

There are many decisions to be made this year. Some life changing, some as helpful as a UFO finish, or organizing something. Some as trivial as when the heck am I going to finish this cook book for publishing? or for my kids!!! They are just never easy eh? This year, to improve my DQL I shall to do things asking one simple question first.Unlike in my daily lists, I am not worried about crossing everything off. I am more concerned with committing my wishes from thought to pen to paper. Its difficult, at best, to know just how much of yourself to give way to a blogabout. So I dont know how much my dear readers can help me with? LOL

Surely if I cultivate the focused energy of writing down what I want, it will be more likely to happen. That's the magic of a list. Write it down, and somehow, it's a million times more likely to happen. My list will be handwritten, too. That way, energy spent in double time, will surely pay off. Of course, we can resolve to make changes any time of year. New Years Day is arbitrary, and probably not convenient, since we're a bit under the gun to do so... you know, just to have water cooler chat.. which im not against water cooler chat...I kinda dig it. ( ouch, dated me there) but I promise you, if u ask yourself the DQL question in June, its just as important as January.
I used to wonder how long I would be a WORK IN PROGRESS. Now I know.. the answer is always... I will always learn, grow, change, become....
And the more I do, the more I know, the more I need to know even more!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

love this, happy new Year pal, and HDQL = happy daily quality of life.
LU, B.

Deb said...

Happy New year and we could all do with improving the daily quality of our lives. Hope you're feeling better by now!

Anonymous said...

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.


I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who look s like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.

I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.



I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.


Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?



I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set .
They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)

Enjoy every day, LU, B

DearGina said...

TRUER words have NEVER been spoken my friend... and I'm damned impressed about it too!

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