A New Year

A few years back, I decided to try the polar bear plunge — the annual tradition of jumping in a freezing cold body of water on new year’s day. It was cold, my feet cramped up and I nearly lost my sandals. But I loved it — it felt like the perfect fresh start to the year.

I remember vowing I’d do it ever year, and then I didn’t. We got busy the next couple of years and for whatever reason, we just didn’t make it work. But last night we decided to give it a shot, and now writing this a few minutes later, I remember why I loved it so much.

People look at us like we’re crazy when we tell them we not only have done it, but love it. Their loss I suppose. Me? I love that it feels like the official starting line for the year, and gets me excited for the year to come.

There’s a lot I want to accomplish this year: new habits to form, bad habits to break, and life goals and decisions to make. But to make all that work, I have to take it one day at a time. If I fall out of practice or falter with some of my goals, look at each morning as a chance to pick things back up again. As with any year, I’m unlikely to end up with a perfect record with the goals I want to accomplish, but that’s okay. It’s the process to get there that’s most rewarding anyway, and I for one can’t wait to get started.

Here’s to 2018!

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