Morbid, I know. And certainly not a pleasant thought to begin the New Year. But indeed a realistic one. As I settle into my fourth decade of life, (Gasp!) the fleeting nature of time becomes increasingly apparent. Like slap in the face obvious. And during many years of tough times, the true nature of many relationships unraveled.
It is when we are down on our luck and really need a hand, an ear to listen, or a shoulder to cry on, that we can call out “the pretenders.” You know the folks that hang around when you’re on the top of your game; those that are oddly nowhere to be found when life takes a turn for the worse. It’s okay though, as long as we accept it as part of the whole experience.
To make good of it requires no more than an ability to walk away from an energy that feels bad. You don’t look back, and just move on with life.
Never miss a local story.
Think about it. Our lives brim with responsibilities and commitments. Time is our greatest commodity. As our children (and parents) get older, we must leverage our time with their needs and desires. It gets complicated.
That is why one of my New Year resolutions is to (continue) on the path I chose years ago. My matter-of–fact approach has enabled me to gracefully cut negativity out of my life. Thankfully, I’ve been able to extract myself from toxic relationship and re-focus my attention back to the positive ones, those that care no matter what.
So how does this translate into an optimistic endeavor for the New Year and each year thereafter? Try to be the kind of spouse, friend, daughter, parent, and professional that’d be sorely missed once gone and so supportive of and important to others that you’d be hand-selected to commemorate their life once over. Commit yourself wholeheartedly to those you truly care about and care for you as well. No matter if it whittles your social circle down to a lucky few. Make room for those few; they’ve got your back. And proved it.
Life’s too short for insincerity.
As for me, I’m no picnic. But I do strive for authenticity in all my relationships. After all, when I pass and a people gather to memorialize me, I want to pack the house.