Late Start On The New Year


2014 is here and without all the fanfare, resolutions and promises made in years past. I wonder why that is? Could it be that I’ve been disappointed so many times that I didn’t want to set myself up for failure? Possibly. Or maybe I’m not sure what my ‘resolution’ should be. Whatever the reason, it is January 18, almost 3 weeks into a new year’s journey, and I’m floundering.

I could start by looking at all the wonderful things I do have; a beautiful family, three wonderful grandchildren, a good job, great friends and a nice home. That would be enough for most people, but I’m getting itchy, I want more…but I don’t know what. Which is probably the reason no resolutions were scratched into one of the many notebooks I have scattered about the apartment.

I love photography…but my photos sit in my camera until I need one. I love to write essays…but my ideas have taken a hiatus. I love poetry…but can’t seem to get inspired…I love working with my hands; sewing & crafting….but I’ve not stuck with one idea…I would love to learn painting, sketching, watercolor…but have not signed up for a class. I fear my creative edge will soon be lost….yet I do nothing. And as the sun sets on each day of this finite life, I wonder how long it will be before I get my moxie back.

2 thoughts on “Late Start On The New Year

  1. Donna

    Nicely said Susan. Sometimes you just need to sit back and left your mind rest but
    not for too long, you’ll get rusty.

  2. peggie

    Susan, so perfectly said. Sometimes the mind just races in all different directions, and it’s hard to still the mind. But, still we must do. We must, as Donna said, let our minds rest, and then the thoughts and initiative will follow.


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