Limbo is an uncomfortable place to be, for me.
I was hanging, like a literal version of limbo, when I went zip lining back in June, in Niagara Falls.
But what a ride!
That’s life, every year I’m given, and all the years that are still ahead of me.
thing is a quandary to be sure.
I evaluate it every December 31st and more. I struggle with it. I ponder it in my life.
It can also mean the clarity of a screen, for instance, and so I look for the clarity in my world which is full of blurry things.
I do know the negative statistics that are shared widely each year, as the next year approaches, about how resolutions often fail. I choose to resolve to make changes, to make new things happen, and to live with an open heart and mind. That is not like losing thirty pounds or going to the gym every morning or eating only certain food groups.
I do make goals, which can be called by many other things, like plans or resolutions, if the mood strikes.
I am holding fast to these final hours of 2017 because I am scared. I admit I am scared, afraid of what is to come, when I likely won’t need to be. It will probably turn out just fine, or better even.