The new year began this morning, for me, at 6:30 am. Not at midnight when the fireworks  began, throughout the world. I slept through the festivities and the salmon tacos Rudy had prepped for the two of us to devour at the ticking hour. Instead, feeling overwhelmingly fatigued, I snoozed. Slept right through the eve and wee hours of 2018.

New Year’s Resolutions don’t suit me. Not really. I mean I do think of things I want to accomplish, another chance for a do-over but, what I really want to do is resolve, or better yet, continue, the things that I know put a positive spin on my well-being.

I need to take the time to revisit myself, to return to the parts of me I like the most.

The person who finds peace within while remembering what is good in life; thereby, approaching daily moments in positive, nonjudgemental ways.

Such simple lifestyle choices, yet so easy to forget.

I resolve to remember. To be healthy in mind, body, and soul. Happy New Year, 2018.