I’ve heard it said that whatever you’re doing when the ball drops, when the year changes, when the moment comes is what you’ll be doing for the rest of the entire year.
In 2012, I will not be partying. I will not be drunk. I will not be focused on the crowds around me.
2012 is the Year of Me.
And as Beyonce sang, in a beautiful moment that Dick Clark broadcast from an old concert, I plan to focus on making sure the world knows that I was here.
I’m working on my footprint.
We spend years finding ourselves, which leads us to believe that we were lost. We spend years listening to others’ suggestions for our life path, meaning that we let others determine our direction.
This year, I’m determining everything.
At 11:59, I was letting a re-broadcast of “The Italian Job” watch me as I slept. By a stroke after midnight, the calls and texts began coming in.
In 2012, I will be joyed by surprises. I wish for the unexpected, the acts of love that come unplanned.
At 12:05, I turned the phone off and went to bed because in 2012, I plan to have a more regular schedule filled with exercise and predicted sleep.
And even though I threw the delivered newspaper into the house when Desi and I went out for our morning walk, I did not read it first when I came in.
No, I picked up a copy of the giant-print, King James Bible that I gave my mother on April 2, 1983 – the one that we traded for a new model a few years ago – and I read the first chapter. And I plan to read a chapter each day until I’ve read the entire book, again. There are 66 books and 1,189 chapters, so some days, I will read more. But it dawned on me during the last week of 2011, that, for a Christian who was raised in church and attends church, I don’t really reflect on that book enough.
So either I believe, or I don’t. I will take to heart what the book says or I won’t. I decided that I do, and I will.
And beginning tomorrow, since I no longer will work on the Sabbath, I am cleaning house. No, not just cleaning the house. But cleaning my life of bad vibes, bad people and bad projects. I plan to make a list of what’s viable and important, rank them in priority order and get ’em done in 2012.
I will do more for the people around me, especially children, especially the children who need me most, those whose parents don’t want them and aren’t raising them.
I will do more for my friends – building web sites and blogs and helping them market new ideas and companies and making sure that everyone is working.
I will do more for my family, which in their case, just means making more trips to North Carolina and Dallas.
And I will, in the greatest portion, do more for me. Like Jennifer Hudson, I believe. As a a former athlete, I will no longer make excuses for my malaise and laziness. I used food as a tool to dispel disappointment. But now, I’ve called a slob a slob. And now that I’ve read the first chapter of Genesis and tickled Desi’s tummy, I’m headed to the floor for stretches and sit-ups. Then a hot bath and some nontoxic tea before heading to church because, well, where else should I be on the first morning of a New Year?
The biggest cleanse begins now.
Sound like a lot?
Not really. Not in the Year of Me.