Today is the day we ring in the New Year. You might be going to a big party tonight, or you might be enjoying a small get together. Maybe you've given some thought to your resolutions for the New Year, or maybe you don't think about those until January 1st when you are nursing a hangover. Maybe you don't bother with resolutions at all since no one seems to keep them past the month of January anyway?
Me? Well, I'm off to have my boob biopsy this morning. I can't say I'm looking forward to it at all, but I will be glad once it's over. I am supposed to follow that up with a session with The Torturer in the late afternoon. I'd say my chances of making that appointment are next to zero. Because … really?
I anticipate spending the evening with an ice pack on my boob. Fun stuff.
Here's a picture I took last night at sunset in Laguna Beach:
The colors were fantastic. The water was almost as smooth as a lake. The dark purple shadow along the horizon is Catalina Island. I'm going to be visualizing that sunset while they dig into my boob today. Maybe it will help?
I have completely convinced myself my boob biopsy will come back free and clear. I've gone through too much over the last few years to even entertain the possibility that the results could be otherwise.
I am, uncharacteristically, excited for the start of a new year. For at least a month expectations have been running through my head for the year 2009. Usually I'm more like, "Another year? Meh … what's the big deal?"
This is the year, finally, for me to get my life back. I feel optimistic about the next 12 months in a way I haven't felt in years. My life has been on hold ever since Asshole ran the stop sign and sent my car, and my life, spinning out of control. Now, at last, all the surgeries are behind me. The lawsuit is behind me. The worst of the teeth clenching pain is behind me. This is my time, my year, to rebuild my life.
I know it won't be the same life. I am, however, in a much better place than I've been for a long time. This year, at some point, I will be discharged from regular PT visits. PT has been like a full time job for years now. My doctor has told me that sometime in the next year my progress will plateau. At that point, I'll be as "recovered" as I'm going to get. I might still need occasional work for pain relief, but there is now an end in sight to the daily stuff. (Yay!!)
How much do you want to bet The Torturer is going to really miss me?
I'm looking around at the disorganization surrounding me. There are so many areas of my life I've neglected because I've had to. It isn't just my pantry, or my closet. It will take time, and happen gradually, but I feel confident that one by one I will now tackle the projects which need attention in my life.
My resolution for 2009 is not to lose weight, to exercise more, to become more organized, or to have more fun. No, but my resolution includes all those things. My resolution for 2009 is simply to have a much better year.
And okay, I confess, I told a local newspaper reporter the other day, I also plan to make a point of getting more beach time in 2009. (He said that's one of his resolutions too!) Stop laughing, yes, really, a reporter inquired.
How about you? What do you want to see happen in 2009? (World peace, although an admirable goal, is not an acceptable answer, okay?)