It has been a year of extremes. Looking back never makes a lot of sense to me because there isn’t much we can do about the past beyond hopefully learning from our mistakes.
I’m looking forward to a new year, to a new beginning.
At some point before the new school year begins, after we have had some closure on some challenges in our life, I would like to move back home to Texas, back to where life made more sense to me.
I dream about having a small place in the country, nothing fancy, just a place where I can sit out on the porch and see Texas Bluebonnets across the field, a place where my daughter can laugh again, a place where we can truly enjoy the simple things in life.
A few months back, I started working out at the gym every day. This is something that I intend to continue throughout the new year. It isn’t that I have suddenly become a fitness nut. It is more that it just makes me feel good, you know?
During a workout, I get in this zone where I can shut everything else out. Nothing exists but the music in my ears, and taking the next step, or finishing the next set of reps. Unless of course I am working out on the thigh machine, in which case I spend a lot of time adding up how much money I am gonna have to put in the cuss jar when I get home.
The feeling that happens after a workout though is almost addictive. It is a feeling of believing that you can accomplish just about anything.
I am thinking that at 46 years old, it might be about time to figure out who I am too. I have spent so many years being someone that others thought I should be, that I never quite figured out who I am inside.
Well, that and I would like to be able to open a jar of Vlasic pickles when there isn’t a man around to do it for me. As long as I am at it, it would be nice to know how to drive a fence post in the ground without dislocating a shoulder in the process too.
Maybe I will spend the year being less afraid to try new things, like learning to play the guitar. Or, maybe I will just spend more time watching PRCA bull riding and drooling over the cowboys. 🙂
Did I mention PRCA bull riding is coming to Batesville in January?
Lord have mercy, I really think I should be there to photograph every single moment of the event, don’t you? Maybe do a few interviews?
I don’t know what this next year has in store. I only know that I am not going to spend it looking back. As I do with most things in life, I am just gonna take things one day at a time.
Thanks for being a part of my life!
Wow, if you come back to Texas, maybe, just maybe I can meet you in person!
Texas waits for you, gladly, for your new beginning!
I would absolutely love meeting you in person! 🙂
I always figured you might choose to come back to Texas one day. It would indeed be nice to meet.
There are so many wonderful people down in Texas that I could spend months getting to meet all of you! 🙂
And thank you Cricket for being a part of our lives. A new beginning for a new year – I hope it brings you that place in the country and many joys for you and Haley. I’m glad to see you back writing, I’ve missed reading and the photos. ~pat~
I know what you mean about getting in the zone during a work out. I swim daily and live for it.
The past is the past – I agree. Sometimes there are not even lessons in it. However what lays ahead is exciting and unexpected and something to look forward to. You are going to do well. You got through the worse of it. You have each other after all.
On a different note, Colorado is an option:) you are welcome to start out with us, since my daughters and I are on our own start out and things are getting better every day.
May the new year bring you everything you deserve, and if anyone is deserving – it’s you.
Thank you everyone for your kind words. It is so nice to have such wonderful friends. It is good to be writing again. I plan on doing a few posts on working out in your 40s. Let me tell ya, it is definitely different. 😉
Inspirational post Cricket! Personally, I could do without the cowboy pictures though. 😛 Also, thanks for the reminder that I need to start working out…at least some, this Holiday has been cruel to my belt line.
Never put off till to-morrow what you can do day after to-morrow just as well.