2012 is going to be a big year.
My family and I are going to be moving across the country. I’ll be telling you more about it when it happens. I’m sure the anticipation is killing you, but please try to get some sleep in the meantime. Unless you have a newborn. In that case, you’re probably not getting a lot of sleep right now. But, it’s not my fault. It’s your baby’s. Blame him.
But I digress.
My move.
When it comes to telling my kids about the move, I’ve been given a lot of advice. The most common? “Make it sound like an adventure.” When the sixth or seventh person told me the same thing, I thought, “Well, this actually is an adventure. Even though I’m a risk-averse change-a-phobe… this is an adventure, dammit.”
The saying goes that you’re supposed to live each day as if it were your last. Really? That’s putting a lot of pressure on one freakin’ day. What should you be doing? Who should you be doing it with? What should you wear? What will you eat? Should you bother flossing?
Instead, I’ve been thinking quite a bit about the 100-year-old doctor I told you about last week, and I think I’d be better off assuming that I’m going to live to be 100. And, if not 100, just old. Okay, oldish. And if I live to be oldish, I’m pretty damn lucky.
Because if I’m going to live to be an oldish lady, not embracing change and trying new things at age 37 seems pretty stupid. And that’s why my New Year’s Resolution — my first in a long, long time — is to take more risks, try new things and look at life more like the adventure it is.