Time for a New Year’s Cocktail with a Shot of Perspective

Well kiddos, here we go again. Time for the annual “this year is going to be different” nonsense. Because let’s face it – how much do we really have control over?

Silly blog readers…

I know I may be sounding like a pessimist right now, which if any of you dear readers know me, you know it is definitely NOT in my wheelhouse to be that way.  Once in a while though, life just smacks you in the face.

HARD.

And you have no choice but to take it like Humpty Dumpty falling off that stupid wall.

Did he just not know about gravity?  Stupid egg.

Remember this?  Yeah, 2018 was definitely not a banner year in the Black Dog crib.  That being said, it was infinitely worse for a lot of others.  Worse to the point that the pain of life’s crap being thrown at you at the speed of light could in no way ever be lessened, much less have it go away completely.  And yet, the planet keeps spinning and everyone’s life right along with it.  That thought alone is enough to always drag me kicking and screaming out of whatever funk I may be in and realize one thing.

My life is pretty. freaking. awesome.

And guess what?  I bet, so is yours.

I have this habit of every time things feel like they are going down the proverbial toilet, of doing everything I can to keep things in perspective.  My body hurts, but at least I can still run when so many others can’t.  I may have been in a nearly lifelong battle with my weight, but so too are many, many others, and they’re in much worse shape than I am.  My bank account may look pretty damn pathetic, but at least I have a decent job and can pay my bills.  I may miss my dad, especially around this time of year, but at least he wasn’t taken from me by a sick, twisted teen-aged murderer who thought the world revolved around him.  That one alone can smack you right up side the head.  HARD.

I got the idea for this post after hearing the story of Tyler Trent, a 20 year-old Purdue student and football superfan, who had contracted a very rare form of bone cancer at 15.  His outlook on life – knowing his days were numbered – was always one of staying positive and gratefulness.  Talk about a dose of reality.  Here is this kid, knowing his death could come any day, and instead of crawling under a rock to feel sorry for himself, he lived each day knowing it could be his last.  How many of us do that?  I know I always get so wrapped up in life’s little stupid things like paces, the number on the scale, the lack of numbers on my bank balance, that I sometimes to forget to LIVE.

As we kick off another new year, once again promising ourselves to make yet ANOTHER fresh start, just keep this in mind.  We really never know when this crazy life of ours may come to an end.  So when the boss is up your dupa, or the pooch has chewed up your favorite pair of running shoes, or the significant other has once again thrown in the red socks in with the white sheets, try to keep it in perspective.  At least you have that significant other in your life to turn the sheets pink.  Besides, who doesn’t need a little more color in their life anyway?

May we start off the New Year with a heartfelt very, very Happy New Year from the Black Dog family to you and those who matter in your lives.  May the year bring you nothing but health, wealth, happiness and most importantly, love and laughter.  Otherwise, what’s the point?

 

Enjoy the ride.

 

What are your biggest hopes for the New Year?  Do you find you sometimes get lost in the minutiae of life and forget to stop and appreciate what you have?

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The Anti-New Year’s Resolution Post

Ahhhhhh, New Year’s……..that magical time of the year when one can look back at everything they feel they effed up in the previous 364 days and say “no freaking more.” (Note my paws are raised too.)

Well, 2016, I’m tapping out.

Is it just because they were celebrities that it seemed like more than the normal amount of peeps were lost to this world this year?  I know of family, friends, pets, friendships, and even marriages that were lost this year and wonder if they don’t count on that emotional roller coaster scale too.

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BUT…..

Instead of getting caught up in the inevitable “I’m going to do this and that and not to do this and that and get all ticked off because The Walking Dead and Game of Thrones continue to take those STUPIDASS MID-SEASON BREAKS“, we’re going to take a little side trip down the less-traveled road of……..

 

…..dare I say it…….

 

OPTIMISM.

Yes, the election sucked on ALL counts.  Yes, my friend’s daughter continues to have seizures.  Yes, another friend continues to battle to keep her beloved dog alive, and yes, my oldest friend in the world kicked her ex to the curb.  All bad stuff.  However, being a true believer in that irritating old saying of everything happens for a reason, (even if the reason completely stinks moosepoo), somehow the human race always seems to come out on the other side victorious.

I really do believe at the heart of it all, we can’t help but be good to each other, even if at our worst times, we tend to forget that.  Holidays tend to bring out both the best – and the worst – in many of us.  In the end though, love and compassion always seem to win out.  Every. Damn. Time.  We just have to get out of our own damn way and let the good in us just pop on out of there.

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“Well, this is awkward.”

As we head into 2017, let’s try something new.  Forget the weight loss resolutions, the promises to finally get the closets cleaned out, the efforts to try and spend less money, and focus on what really matters….

Kindness.

Compassion.

Patience.

Positivity.

Love.

Belly rubs. (Wonder Mutt wanted to make sure that was on the list. Just roll with it.)

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As 2016 draws to a close (none too soon), from our humble abode to yours, we wish a very, very, happy, healthy, loving, and incredible New Year.  Life truly is what you make of it, and it’s time we make it simply amazing. Felice Anno Nuovo!

 

Enjoy the ride.

Was 2016 a bad year for you?  Are you glad it’s over?  Are you looking forward to 2017?  What do you think is the most important thing you can do for one another?

 

 

 

New Year’s Resolutions? Who Me?

Yeah…..not so much.

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How many of you get sucked into the annual whirling vortex of all things New Year’s promises, just to find yourself back on the couch stuffing your yap with leftover Christmas cookies and Moose Tracks? You?  You?  You too?  You there, the one with the hideous Christmas sweater?  No, the one next to you.  Yup.  I feel ya.  Why do we insist on this annual rite of passage just to find ourselves back at square one a few months later?

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It’s just a little holiday weight.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for starting over and hopefully getting things right.  Unlike retail stores who make their profits starting on Black Friday, I think fitness centers absolutely LOVE January as their sales go up exponentially.  And each month after that, the numbers slowly but surely start to decrease, but the money has already been deposited.  Kudos to strategically timed membership sales.

I’m no different.  From November until now, my visits to gymworld have been, well, less than stellar – noticeable in both my pants and the scale.  Hello Black Dog Blob, how you doin’?

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Every year I tell myself I will resolve to NOT make any resolutions, and I usually do a pretty good job at sticking at it. HA! Who am I kidding?  I may not necessarily SAY I’m making any resolutions, but you can damn well bet your dupa I still do, at least in my own game-show-dollar-machine-whirling brain.  Resolutions that usually include me swearing I’m going to end the year looking something like this.

Oh Abby, how do you do it?

Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?

Inevitably though, reality eventually sets in, (somewhere around the 4th gallon of Moose Tracks), the F5 tornado of my brain calms down, and I get back into normal operating mode: eat as healthy as I can, (Moose Tracks and cheese aside of course), chase the elusive sleep elf most nights, hit up the gym, (but only to the point where I don’t feel the need to choke the ever-living crap out of someone), and pray that the running gods look favorably on my knees.  And swear that THIS will be the year I bust out of Introvertland and PR in SOMETHING.  Even if it is in new-found patience.

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I invite you to come along with me on my journey to Challenge and Acceptance Land.  It should be a roller coaster ride of epic proportions, with momentary pit stops for occasional food and wine indulgences, backed up with chocolate and margarita side trips.  Sound good to you?  Well then, let’s not waste another moment of valuable time.  Please secure all personal items below your seat.  Make sure your mutt’s seat belt is securely fastened, and hang on the hell on.  Because I’m sure the ride is going to get very bumpy at times.  But the adrenaline rush will make it OH SO WORTH IT.

Whooooohooooooo!!!!

Whooooohooooooo!!!!

 

Enjoy the ride.

Do you fall into the New Year’s resolution pit every year?  Ever stick with them?  Is wine or ice cream an integral part of them?