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A while ago, my laptop died. There was no warning, no clue that something was wrong. As suddenly as it had come into my life, it drifted away and with it, my blog, my therapy...and a little bit of my sanity. There it sat in a drawer mocking me. With every intention to get it fixed a funny thing happened - life. You know, that thing that occurs while you're busy making plans? And just like that it was forgotten ... until a few weeks ago. A friend said, "Let me take a look." And here we are. The best Christmas presents are those that are already paid for, aren't they?!

So now I find myself a few years later, a little older, hopefully a little wiser, most definitely a little more tired thinking of trying this blogging thing again. It seems so appropriate that it should start at the beginning of the year. I know, I know... all aboard the bandwagon. I'm not into resolutions, really. But if I'm looking at this as a new beginning, I guess I can set some goals, right?

So here goes...

2015, listen up. This will be a great year. 2013 was probably the most stressful year of my entire life. 2014 was a better but still a bit taxing for my taste. We've made some major changes around here, I'm back at work and the kid is in school, so the ball is in your court. And I'm demanding a major play. I'll do my part. You do yours.

For 2015, I hope to:

- Stop second guessing myself. My first instinct is usually the correct one and I'm so over driving myself crazy with "what if's."

- See more of my friends. One of the things that made this year better were the reunions. I got back to see my Austin crew and did a major road trip that took me to see a slew of friends from high school. It was amazing. Every conversation picked up like I had seen them the day before. I haven't felt more like me in a long time.

- Have a thankful heart. I have a loving family, a roof over my head and full tummy. (too full most of the time) Mock if you want. It's corny, yes. But, oh so true.

Happy New Year!

V.




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