As I pimp myself to celebrate bringing in the New Year, a time for reflection is needed.
Of all the countless past New Year's eve on this planet, some resolutions have stayed; unfortunately most went out the window at the first light of new year's day. The resolutions that have admirably stayed have got me to where I am today. Only five to show, the rest was pie in the sky on a drunken night.
On the eve of 1973: I vowed to take "freedom" within boundaries and never cower to power.
On the eve of 1981 : I vowed to be an exemplary mother. My kids should have the last say on this matter.
On the eve of 1997: I vowed never to cry over spilt milk. No regrets whatsoever.
On the eve of 2000: I vowed to have discipline.
On the eve of 2011: I vowed to unearth some skills locked inside and allow them to flower.
On the eve of 2019: I vow never to doubt myself. Others will be the judge.
Happy New Year to you all.
