The start of a new year is typically a time to make resolutions and plans. My resolutions are more like wish lists, because if I were truly resolved I’d be thin and have an immaculate and organized home by now.
I started last year with a very definite plan and even followed through on my part. But, best laid plans…yada yada. I planned to have two hip replacements. I ended up having only one hip replacement due to complications from the first one. My anticipated six to eight week recovery period turned into two additional surgeries, months of antibiotics, and more months of physical therapy. No worries, I’m doing fine now, getting around well and, despite not having the second hip replacement, I’m not in pain. Since not being in pain was the whole purpose of the surgeries, I consider it a win even if things didn’t exactly go according to plan.
I’m also down 45 pounds in the last year and a half. I don’t recommend anxiety and nausea as a good diet plan, but I really needed to lose the weight. So, another roundabout win.
Distracted by medical issues, and bummed out about the pandemic like everyone else, I didn’t write nearly as much as I had hoped or “resolved.” I did make progress on a new manuscript and, while I still have a lot of writing left to do, I figured out most of the plot. Win.
During my convalescence, the apartment was a disaster. My sweet husband took care of the necessities — and me. Things are still a bit of a mess, but the coffee is made, the dishes are washed, the bathroom is clean. And I’m not allergic to dust. Good enough.
My plan for this year is simple: Remember to be thankful for the small things, worry less, pray more, eat healthier, and write consistently.
(Note: I don’t want to discourage anyone needing a hip replacement. I’ve read that complications such as I experienced are rare.)
How about you? Do you have any resolutions, plans, or wishes for 2022? How did your list from last year pan out. Share in the comments.