Happy 2015! Attraversiamo, patience and goals for the New Year
Attraversiamo: verb – cross, go across, walk across, traverse, go through, pass through, pass; span
Yes, I recently (re)watched and (re)read “Eat, Pray, Love”. But, it’s great word, and very appropriate for going in to a New Year. It’s also fun to say. Attraversiamo. 🙂
Every New Year’s Eve, I go through my goals. What happened this past year? What would I like to achieve in the next 365 days? Did I have fun? (For the most part, yes!)
My main goal for 2015 is patience; a virtue that I have some of, though the levels vary. The person I have the least patience with and am hardest on is myself. And so, every year, patience stays on the list. Some goals for 2015:
- I will put away $xxx in my savings every pay period.
- I will be more diligent with my Sunday food prep for the week.
- I will run a mile without stopping.
- I will learn how to tread water.
- I will be patient.
In the world of patience, the most patient living being I know is this handsome fella:
Usually one of my NYE dates and my walking companion at this time of year, Drifter is a shining example of patience. He lives with a cat, two kids, and two adults and is regularly with three small dog cousins, multiple other adults and kids, and he has the best disposition. He is the Job of dogs. I love this dog with all my heart and I am missing him today. (If he could tell you about the time I went to what turned out to be the wrong mail box (multiple times, in -15 C) and tried multiple keys to get my Banana Republic Boxing Day order, it would be pretty damn funny. This dog was patient with a capital ‘P’, sitting there, keeping watch, with head cocked to the side, and a definite twinkle of amusement in his eyes as I was cursing and muttering to myself.)
While 2014 did not end how I thought it would and 2015 is starting very differently than I had hoped… attraversiamo – in to a new year I go. Bring it on, 2015. I’m ready. 🙂
Happy New Year, everyone! Be safe. Have fun. Share joy. xo
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice.
~ T.S. Eliot