Winter Introspection

My least favorite day of the year is December 31.  I prefer to look at the present and the future rather than the past.  Thinking about my mistakes for more than a few minutes…as the song goes…don’t bring me down down down down.

2015.  An odd numbered year, so I will hope for offbeat occurrences.  But now it’s winter and dark, a time to be introspective.  A time to think about what I want and need.  I will give a toss to the unpleasant and ditch those bold blue pants I bought and wore twice.  I will think about my 64^th birthday and pay attention to the opportunities that are open to me as an old gal.  I will try not to be frustrated by what I used to be able to do.  I will enjoy each day, when young women open doors for me with a smile.  Now, children like me more because I look like their grandmas.  Groovy old men don’t leer, they just move close to talk and smile.  My neighbors help me with the snow and the yard because I am the older lady next door. 

I vow to adore the young people who help me read the fine print in the pharmacy, who help me decide on a new sweater because I am color challenged.  I cherish the babies whose own children will take my place when I die.  And oh, I hope to live to 102 and not a minute more.

This year already started differently since I did not make a New Year’s resolution.  Instead, I planned my new year’s dreams.  Good health comes first, the rest, I hope, is gravy.