Back to Reality

The first day back to reality after the holidays is always the saddest day of the year for me. I hate putting all the decorations away, seeing all the lights disappear from the landscape, and having that bloated feeling that reminds me why the world is on a collective diet.  It's the letdown after the big event.  It's back to boring, mundane and fat-free.

Time to move along, into the new year.  Everyone fresh with resolutions and inspiration. A chance to change your bad habits, improve your life style, get out of that rut, live within your means and loose that ten/twenty/thirty pounds by exercising every day.  We all want to be better. We just don't know the easy, softer, way to getting there without all the hard work it entails.

For me, the only resolution is to fight for myself.  Stop being a little girl in an older woman's body.  There is no Santa Claus, no White Knight and I am never going to win the lottery.  I have to start doing the things I don't want to do, mainly because I must.  My life depends on it.  The past is something I can never change and the future is something I have no control over. I have to start facing life one day at a time, by helping myself the way I have spent my whole life helping others.