A bit late, I guess, on this morning of January 2nd but I was about the business of living it yesterday and not pissing and moaning about 2019. Today it’s back to business. There is a job to go to and that puts me ahead of this day a year ago.

If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans for tomorrow. That’s what a religious person might say. How he/she might phrase it. There is no sense in quarreling about whether or not there is some mystic spaceman at the wheel or not. The message is the same. You don’t know what you’re going to get when you wake up in the morning, and that’s the best reason not to sweat it. You can tip the odds in favor of it not being a shit day but with everyone else working at tipping the odds in their own favor your best plans could easily be bollixed.

That’s not a negative thought! I’m not going to disrespect the present nor my present circumstances with all that. It’s liberating actually. You’re free to be the best version of yourself you can be and know that the outcome is very well not going to hinge what you do or don’t do. Just give it your best shot. Live your best life. It’s all good.

The intent here isn’t all woo woo and corny either. It’s more just a statement. I’m saying I’m okay. This recently passed year was good to me. There was a normal balance of bad, good, and just plain weird and in the end my balance was deep in the black. It’s a good way to begin a new year. I know exactly where I’m standing and what I’ve got going and will embrace the uncertainty.

No fear.

No fear.

No fear.

That’s not an incantation to ward it off. It’s an echo. The fear isn’t there. How about that?

January 1, 2020 was the flip-reverse of 2019. You can read back in time here if you want the full picture of what that means. The short version is that last year began in abject uncertainty and no small amount of fear. By mid-January the picture was becoming more clear and the ground was more level and stable. The Crocodiles gave me the tools. I took a deep breath and used them. Paths opened up and I chose one and it led me here.

Here is good. It can be better. I have no clear idea of what better may be or what it may look like, except that it’s not back there. It’s not even right here and right now. I wish my words were better. I guess I’m writing this so that there is a mile-marker to refer back to when things go pear-shaped in 2020, as they are certain to. I will refer back to my own best advice to others. It’s the advice that my elder son passes on to his friends when they are deep in it.

There will be some days that just plain suck, but not all days will suck. The shit days will pass if you keep walking forward.

January 1, 2020 didn’t suck. Quite the contrary. I don’t know how January 2, 2020 will turn out, but I don’t need to.

So, resolutions? Picture me right now shaking my head and chuckling because that’s what I’m doing. My single resolution for 2020 is to be mindful that my I’s are too close together and try to focus on putting distance between them. I’m not all that interesting, in and of myself, but the world surrounding me is. My resolution is to focus on that. My resolution is to be a window more often than a mirror.