I know, I was supposed to have posted this a week ago. Or was it two weeks? If it had been one of my New Year's Resolutions, I would have already blown it.
The year has gotten off to a dubious start. Just this past week, for example--I switched insurance carriers, so when I went to the pharmacy to pick up four prescription refills on Monday, I gave the pharmacy clerk my new insurance card, and he added the information to my file. No problem there. The problem came when Collin stopped on his way home from work last night to get two more refills for me. He didn't notice it, but I checked the receipts and found they'd billed my old insurance carrier. I phoned the pharmacy this morning. I got a call back a short time later. Problem resolved...or so I thought. I just got an email from them, letting me know they have two new prescriptions for me--the same two Collin picked up last night! They didn't just change it on my record, they filled them all over again!
Yep, 2015 is getting off to a brilliant start.
Now, as for 2014...I discovered I spent too much time dwelling on the calendar. When I was a kid, I couldn't wait to grow up. "Don't wish your life away," Dad would always tell me. "The older you get, the faster it seems to pass." And he was right.
Eighteen and twenty-one were especially special birthdays for me. Looking back, I don't know why they were such a big deal. Things didn't change all that much. My twenties were a special time--I was twenty-four when I got pregnant with Collin, twenty-five when he was born. I hadn't planned to have children, but once I knew he was coming, it was a real game-changer. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me. My thirties got off to a great start--I'd set a goal for myself, to sell my first novel before I was thirty-five (for the record, I was thirty-one when it sold, thirty-five when it was published). I traveled a lot. I worked at home, setting my own hours. Collin was healthy and happy. Thirties, forties, fifties...they were just numbers to me. Sixty, now--that was a different story. Mom was sixty-nine when she died. I started to wonder if I'd be around in another decade. It's a depressing thought.
Last week, I remembered something. Longevity runs in the family, Mom not withstanding. Her father made it well into his eighties. Most of her siblings did, as well--some made it even further. Okay, so I'm epileptic and my blood pressure tends to be a little too high--I don't drink or smoke (Dad drank heavily for the first ten years of his retirement and he and Mom smoked like a pair of matching chimneys for as long as I could remember). Hmm...I might have more years left than I thought!
I've got my priorities in the right place for the first time. Who say you can't teach an old dog new tricks? When I sold that first novel, it was all about the money, the bestseller lists--and I had both. It was about possessions, recognition. Had those, too. But sometimes, you have to lose everything in order to find yourself. So here I am at the start of 2015, with a new set of priorities, more content than I've been in a very long time. I don't need to be rich. I don't want to be rich, just comfortable. I've stopped trying to be someone I'm not, just to measure up to the expectations of others. I can't remember the last time I wore makeup. I live in jeans and t-shirts. No more deadlines--I self-publish, writing what I want to write when I want to write it. And no matter what anyone says, my online friends are as loyal as any I've had in the "real" world. I'm simplifying my life a little more every day--like today, I closed out all but two of my blogs--this one and one at Wordpress, which will be a duplicate of this one (I confess, I couldn't give either one up--I have the most followers there, but I get the most comments here).
Life is good. Here's wishing all of you a fantastic 2015!
PS Those of you who have this blog set to Follow will probably be flooded with a bunch of posts today. I'm incorporating posts from my other blogs (which will be shut down later today). I don't know how to avoid this tsunami of posts. I'm a technmoron!