So, it’s the start of another new year and you know what that means – resolutions. I have an impressive history of faithfulness regarding resolutions, faithfully making and breaking them, that is.
Every January 1st, I faithfully write down my resolutions in my journal and just as faithfully break most of them before the ink has completely dried on the page.
I am a woman of amazingly simple tastes – well, for the purposes of this blog post anyway. I’m not at all opposed to fancy and luxurious gifts if you want to surprise me. Think spa day. But back to my point, one of the simplest pleasures I have found in life is the Chick-fil-A Grilled Market Salad.
According to a short Google search I just conducted, the best historic evidence suggests that marriage as a formal institution has existed for nearly 5,000 years.
In all that time, there has likely never been one single wife who, at some point or other, didn’t blurt out these words of frustration to her husband, “You don’t listen to me!”
The older I get, the more clearly I see – through my new trifocals – that life really is a give and take proposition, often with equally unsatisfactory results.
It’s a well-known fact that I’m a big proponent of “seconds.” All sorts of seconds, from second helpings (that’s where the “big” comes from) to second chances.