For a long time, I was a resolutions person. Each year when January 1st rolled around, I would come up with a list of all things I resolved to do over the next 365 days. Sometimes I succeeded, most times I failed. Yet each year, as the clock neared midnight on December 31st, I prepared myself for a fresh start filled with good resolutions.
2014 was the first year in recent memory that I didn't make any resolutions. I was tired. I was weary and life had run me down and more so than anticipating the new year with baited breath, I was desperate for it. Desperate for something new. Desperate for a change. Desperate for a fresh start.Read More