I hope everyone’s off to a good start for the New Year.
I spent a good chunk of yesterday hiking around beach caves.
Isn’t that what everybody loves doing?
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I guess today’s the first day of pretending to keep those nasty New Year’s Resolutions, isn’t it?
Have you made any?
Have you disregarded any of them yet?
I’m having trouble remembering what mine even were.
Flipping the calendar to January brought mixed feelings for me.
I’m pretty burnt out on holidays and ready to move on.
In that sense, hurrah for January!
(Is it just me, or does it seem like the holidays have been going on for eons this year? I really miss having a “normal” routine.)
I’m also excited about a few upcoming opportunities in my life. I think there will be a lot of good stuff going on in 2013.
On the other hand,
I’m unreasonably scared about Surgery #9 which is … (oh dear God!) less than two weeks away now.
By scared, I mean … panicked.
Heart racing, stomach churning, sweaty palmed … panicked.
I know I’m over reacting; it is not going to be a very difficult surgery.
I’m pretty sure, however, I’m experiencing “normal” anxiety considering it’s my 9th surgery since the car accident.
The whole concept of nine surgeries on one body part is just WRONG.
I’m having a Pavlov’s response …
Kick the dog enough times, and it starts to crouch in fear even before its kicked.
I’ll try my best not to write, “I’m terrified,” over and over every day between now and the surgery.