It’s that time again.  You know, the time of year when reflection takes center stage.  It’s the time when old goals are reevaluated and new ones are made.  I am not immune to this time of year, and, honestly, I think that’s a good thing.  Unless, that is, I am reflecting on a year such as this one was.  2012 is one year that I would happily forget if I could.  I would love to erase it from the book of my life.  In fact, I’d rip the page out and burn it.  After all, 2012 was the year that saw marital discord, goals unfulfilled, and even the destruction of my parents’ house.  I am only all too happy to look forward to 2013 and the treasures that it holds.

So forward I now look.  My parents are still living in my house, but otherwise I seem to have a blank canvas on which to paint a marvelous masterpiece in the next year.  And for that, I am grateful and even excited.  I have made it through a tough year!  I have survived!  Better still, I have another chance to get it right. 

It's only fitting, I think, that this year is 20-13.  I have always loved the number 13.  Heck, my wedding anniversary is even on the 13th.  This year is going to be MY year.  I WILL dispose of the extra "stress pounds" from the last 12 months and will get into the best shape of my life.  I WILL re-center myself.  I am still translating those broad goals into SMART (specific, measurable, attainable, realistic, and timely) goals, but for now, suffice it to say that I am rebooting my life this year.  After all,