new year's eve



Last night as I lay in bed (at 10 pm – I rarely make it to midnight and this year was no exception), it came to me that resolution is a strange word. “Solutions again”. Is this why we keep making the same promises to ourselves, over and over again? Seriously, how many years do you have to decide that THIS is the year you will  lose weight, or eat better, or save more, or slow down? And how many years do you realize that you haven’t done it?

Yes, I know that the definition of the word is not really “re” “solve”. Or “re” “solution”. I know it has to do more with “firm determination” and “a course of action determined or decided on.” But this conundrum is maybe why I hate the idea of resolutions.

Nope, this year I am making accomplishments. Accomplishing things like helping 10 more people. Listening to my children. Finishing P90X3. Tasty Thursday’s second year. Earless rabbit launch. Learning to make risotto. Reconnecting with friends.

Enjoying life.

Accomplishing badassery. Who’s with me?


Not the chiropractic kind of adjustment. The “get back to life. Slowly” adjustment.

Yesterday, after a grand total of 14 hours at home, we hopped back in the car to drive north to visit with sailing buddies. The dogs came with us (watching Belle dejectedly watch the packing from her perch on the couch was funny, particularly when we then got to see her bound up in delight when we said, “You’re coming!”). The kids plugged in, Jeremy and I talked, the traffic built.

If there is a Hell, and if I’m headed there, I have a feeling it will look exactly like traffic in Northern Virginia. Makes me want to repent of all sins right this second.

But I digress.

Our dogs have never been to this house. The initial sniffing frenzy gave way to finding the water bowl, and the best places to curl up for a nap.

The kids scattered with their friends; grownups meandered in and out of the kitchen, refilling drink glasses and grazing on whatever snack was on the counter.

We met these friends, really met them, in the Bahamas, months after a fleeting shouted introduction on the Waterway just south of Cape Canaveral. Boats with kids on them were rare enough that winter that anytime you saw a kid boat it was cause for celebration. That these people became close friends was roast-beef-savor-delicious, like a fabulous vacation where you don’t expect it.

Though getting back in the car after hours of driving felt a little silly, getting here and reconnecting in person (as opposed to via email or phone calls) feels like the best readjustment to life we could do. We have friends, and a life that includes our dogs and homemade food and laughter – those things don’t exist only on vacation. Our old dog, Sadie, wanting to be a part of our circle but not right in front of the fire, found herself a new dog bed.

And maybe that’s part of what we’re doing here. Finding ourselves a new dog bed. Adjusting to life after vacation and being content with what we have.

Badass is finding the joy in what IS.

Happy Old Year’s Night!