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The Truth About New Year’s Resolutions and Our Do-over-list
Resolutions – “The firm decision to do or not do something.”
Aw, New Year’s Resolutions – that time of year when everyone takes a step back, looks at all they did or did not accomplish and makes a list to do better, starting day one of the new year. I for one hate New Year’s Resolutions.
No matter my good intentions, I never fulfill them. I start out with enthusiasm and gusto, just like everyone else, but by the end of the first month, I’ve already marked one from my list. By three months, two more have fallen by the wayside, and by the sixth month, I’ve crumpled the list and thrown it in the trash.
As much as we all want a do-over and that’s what New Year‘s resolutions are – an attempt to do-over the things we botched last year. The truth is, life rarely grants us a do-over; it is what it is. We do the best we can each day. Sometimes we screw up and sometimes we knock it out of the park; that’s life. If we’re smart, we learn from our experiences and move forward.
“I did then what I knew best, when I knew better, I did better.” Mayo Angelo
If you made New Year’s resolutions – good for you. I hope you achieve every goal on your list. For me, I’ll put one step in front of the other, take a deep breath, and move forward. After all, as long as we’re moving forward, we are accomplishing things, making an impact, and living life. That’s all any of us can ask of ourselves.
To all of you, I wish only the best for you and may we all move forward in 2016. What about you? Did you make resolutions for the New Year?
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The Reason Behind the Season
Christmas Day is less than a week away. It’s a time for family, swapping gifts, enjoying a banquet of food, and reflecting. In the midst of this joyful time, our country is in tumult and many families are suffering loss. Hate, division, and fear are rampant. People feel disheartened and distrustful of each other. We are bearing witness, like it or not, to a low point in our nation’s history. But, all is not lost.
As we gather around the tree and banquet table this Christmas with our families, let us not forget the real reason for the season, the birth of our Lord & Savior, Jesus Christ. Let us give thanks to God for the good things in our lives. Lift up in prayer those brave men and women in uniform, who with their sacrifice, keep us safe. Remember the less fortunate, the troubled, those who are mourning, hurting and in despair and extend our hearts and hands to our fellow man.
We all want to be better people, better writers, parents, and citizens. My prayer for all of us, this Christmas season, is we shall succeed. As I look back on the year and plan ahead for the next, I realize I have many things left to say.
To my family, I love you; you make me a better person and to all you, my readers and friends, I am a richer person because you graced my life.
May we never forget the real reason for Christmas, a season of love, hope, and redemption, for all of us.
Thank you for stopping by the Cow Pasture, and I wish for you and your family a very Merry Christmas and prosperous New Year.
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Well, Hells Bells
If you’ve noticed I haven’t been as active in the Cow Pasture the last few weeks and the only excuse I can give you is, it’s been one heck of a month.
October arrived and my muse took a hike. Halloween brought enough candy to put my whole street in a sugar coma. And, right before I spent three straight days cooking a Thanksgiving meal, for twenty plus people, I broke my toe. 
I gotta tell you, lugging around a big black orthopedic boot is a pain (no pun intended). It’ll throw your hip outta whack in a skinny minute! Not to mention screw with your holiday attire. There’s just no way to look sexy wearing a one-legged, open-toed, platform, orthopedic, boot.
This time of year brings no rest for the wicked, infirmed, or plain ole’ tired and writing always takes a hit. Whoever decided to have #NaNoWriMo during the month of November, is as crazy as the people camping out for 12 hours, in the cold, at Toys r’ Us on Black Thursday. I mean, really? 
For the record, I didn’t take part in the Black Thursday-Friday madness. Limping around in an orthopedic boot in a mass of crazed shoppers was as appealing as water torture.
Something’s gotta be wrong with people leaving a table spread with goodies to join a bunch of crazy shoppers. What’s wrong with staying home, lingering at the table (with a glass of wine or two) and engaging in conversation with each other? There’s a novel thought.
Of course, I’ll admit it’s easy for me to say this year; I’m ahead of the curve. Every last Christmas present is purchased and ready to go under the tree. Ebates and Amazon are my new best friends. As they say, every cloud has a silver lining. In this case, a broken toe leads to online shopping. I may never step foot into a store, again. But, seriously can’t we slow down this speeding train of time and just talk? The world might be a better place if we did.
But, who am I kidding? The art of conversation has gone out the window with bell bottom jeans and hippy hair. Talking? What’s that?
Speaking of which, I sent my daughter a lovely message the other night (yeah, via text). Conversing is too taxing for her. The holidays sometimes put me in a reflective mood. So, I sent her a note expressing my love and pride for all she’s accomplished.
Her response? “Is this a suicide text? Well, it’s rude to send a suicide letter via text. Handwritten is preferred.”
The world has gone crazy, indeed.
Perhaps, the best I can do this year is to be thankful for the little things in life – a good laugh, orthopedic boots, and my iPhone.
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