Perhaps I should not attempt to write the All-Important First Blog Post Of The New Year while watching this week's DVR'd episode of Intervention. Today's topic: insulin abuse. One-word review: Frightening.
As I've trolled through the last several days' worth of blog feeds, I've noticed a common blogging trend -- the equally celebrated and dreaded new year's resolutions. In years past, my lists have been long. Like, really long. Perhaps epic is a better word. The resolutions are numerous and far-reaching, spanning everything from health and fitness to career and personal growth. This year, my list remains lengthy, but a long chat (translation: meltdown) last night with R. led me to this year's primary and most important mission:
Recognizing -- and accepting -- my own self-worth.
It's an epiphany of sorts, birthed by a series of events that span my lifetime. It's funny how pieces of a puzzle don't fall into place until you have the space and wisdom with which to view them, somewhat clinically, and come to a conclusion that's seemingly simple but also vastly complex in its implication for the future. It's also incredibly helpful to have the insight of another, especially if that person is able to stay honest even when the truth hurts.
Embracing my self-worth will create the nucleus out of which other components of my life will be less of a challenge; instead, my milestones will become by-products of my personal evolution. The road ahead is daunting, yet it's a journey that excites me, especially when I know that I'm backed by an unrivaled support network of R., the kitties, my friends and family.
All of that being said, you may still be treated to a later listing of goals/resolutions for 2009, because, well, I'm kinda type A, and we loooooove us some lists. Seriously. I love lists so much I once bought a book that was a collection of them. It's a sickness.
Stop back by for more later in the week, including a recap of my first vacation of the new year and what our newly formed book club REALLY thought of "Freakonomics." It's compelling stuff, I promise.
Happy New Year!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
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I loved Freakonomics! If drug dealers knew how little money they make (about $3 a hour) maybe we wouldn't have such a huge problem with them.
@ Melissa Bower: No kidding! This chapter was one of the more popular discussion topics of the night. I equated it to the drug organization portrayed in The Wire, which uses a similar, corporate-like structure that's described in Freakonomics. Thanks for stopping by my blog!
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