No resolutions for me... I prefer reservations.
I don't believe in them anymore. It seems silly to spend one night a year spinning pie-in-the-sky fantasies about what you'd like to do with your life, only to inevitably break each and every one of them in short order. Spun sugar concepts like New Year's resolutions rarely survive the hard light of a handful of days. True commitment takes more than that.
I'd call myself a recovering hopeless romantic, but unfortunately it seems to be a terminal condition. Not so my back problems, though I swear all the bureaucratic complications associated with them will surely be the death of me. Leave it to an insurance adjuster to decide to try to deny my claim two and a half months after the initial diagnosis was made--not to mention after an MRI scan provided solid proof of my injury. So now there's no disability benefits coming in, and no further medical treatment has been approved. Joy... what a thing to have to start 2008 fighting about.
I'm not feeling all moody nights spend listening to old school Billy Joel though. I've gained a new appreciation for those things I do have, those few bits of life I can truly call mine. To my friends... thank you. I would not be nearly as decent, as patient, as fun-loving, as mature, or as forgiving a person as I am today if it were not for all of you. Not to say I'm anything approaching perfect... but I'm better than I used to be. I can't say it's been smooth asphalt every mile of the journey... but the side trips we made were worth every minute of bumpy road. While I still don't believe in resolutions, I'm hoping I'll be able to find some way to properly show my appreciation to the people who are important to me in the upcoming days.
I'd call myself a recovering hopeless romantic, but unfortunately it seems to be a terminal condition. Not so my back problems, though I swear all the bureaucratic complications associated with them will surely be the death of me. Leave it to an insurance adjuster to decide to try to deny my claim two and a half months after the initial diagnosis was made--not to mention after an MRI scan provided solid proof of my injury. So now there's no disability benefits coming in, and no further medical treatment has been approved. Joy... what a thing to have to start 2008 fighting about.
I'm not feeling all moody nights spend listening to old school Billy Joel though. I've gained a new appreciation for those things I do have, those few bits of life I can truly call mine. To my friends... thank you. I would not be nearly as decent, as patient, as fun-loving, as mature, or as forgiving a person as I am today if it were not for all of you. Not to say I'm anything approaching perfect... but I'm better than I used to be. I can't say it's been smooth asphalt every mile of the journey... but the side trips we made were worth every minute of bumpy road. While I still don't believe in resolutions, I'm hoping I'll be able to find some way to properly show my appreciation to the people who are important to me in the upcoming days.