2018 is All Jacked Up – Already

I mean, CRAP! In like a lion, 2018. Is it too early to ask for the lamb?

I am all jacked up for this year because it is the one wherein I turn fifty, (shhh!). Saying ‘yes’ as much as I can is. Pondering ‘how’ not ‘if’ cool things can be done. Not just dreaming but developing action plans for doing Very. Big. Things. In life, in work, in sport and adventure, at every intersection possible. In my 49 years, I have loved each New Year for this fresh opportunity.

13 days in and 3 biggies already.

#1 – We lost him:

My sweet-natured, loyal to the core, gentle-spirited uncle, godfather and friend. It was sudden to say the least. Fit and healthy in mind, body and soul, he died at the gym. His exit from here and entry to his heaven stunned his large family and devoted friends. We love and miss you, Frank H. Nott. We are reeling from the loss of you. However, I am comforted to know your energy is commingled now with your sisters and brothers and parents who paved the way before you. I am grateful to feel it is a little more okay to hit the highway to heaven – I just don’t want it t happen to me anytime soon. I got sh*t to do.

Lesson: Ya better get going, people – you never know when it is your time. Repair what’s broken. Create your dreams. Dump love along the way. Everywhere.

#2 -I did this:

I had my 5th or 6th surgery to remove skin cancers from my face. This is not really a biggie but starting off a year with surgery and scars is kinda a thing. I list it really for the irony. The surgery was scheduled for Feb 6th. I got a call from my surgeon that she wanted to fit me in on 1/8 the same day and almost time that Frank left. As my face was getting fixed my aunt and cousins were falling apart. My face will heal fast. My prayers for my Aunt and cousins picked up pace and continue so. Drop one down (or up) for them if you are so inclined. Thank you.

#3 – January happens.

Every year.

This month is full of significant milestones. Anniversaries of loss, births and memories of knuckle grinding, bootstrap pulling, breathing to survive. We have been remembering for 21 Januaries now. New sh*t in the pot of heart-searing memories re-etched year after year. This is a pot I will gladly keep stirring – because it’s a poke at the bee’s nest of pure pure love.