First, can I just say how much I love that in the past few years people seem to have collectively embraced “goals not resolutions” for the New Year. I love making lists and trying to build myself into a better person, but resolutions are just so darn resolute. I like the wiggle room implied with goals. Room for amendments. Room for my humanity and imperfections. I like it.
I have thought about what goals I would like to reach for in the next year, The Dozen. So, I am looking ahead at where I want to be, and I realize that in 6 months time our lives are turning upside down. After almost a decade of service, Mr. Darling will be leaving the military and looking for civilian employment. I cannot convey the excitement. Knowing there is less than a year, knowing this was the last Christmas we live too far from our families to visit for the holiday, the joy is without words.
I cannot even envision where I want to be because for the first time in years the door is so very wide open.