Drinking and driving is a lethal combo.
So are new year's resolutions and my fear of failure.
Hence, my annual avoidance of writing down anything overly ambitious and labeling it a goal for the new year.
Really, why go there?
But every year, like a co-dependent, enabling mother of an addict, I scrounge my way into considering the possibilities of the next 12 months. And, but briefly, I contemplate what might be. What could be.
So, this year dawns and I, yet again, dip my toe in the waters of resolutions. And while I am not ready to dive in, maybe I will wade out a little and see if a wave catches me. Maybe. Or not.
i can't decide...
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