Happy New Year, everyone! 

Some of us remember reading the George Orwell novel, “1984,” back in school. I recall thinking, “Boy, that’s really a long way away.” Now we are turning the page on 2019!

This past year has been a whirlwind of news, but sadly a lot of it wasn’t good. Every New Year’s Eve brings optimism and a clean slate, so once again I hope that this coming year will bring the kind of change that will heal any wounds and bring joy to those that need it the most. Grandpa and I were watching “Sunday Morning” with Jane Pauley. They had the In Memorium that a lot of shows play at the end of every year. Celebrities and other famous people who have passed away in 2018 were featured. There were a lot! We found ourselves saying, “Oh I didn’t know she died. How sad.” And it was. And then we move on. 

Like our own lives, we have lost people we’ve loved, but they are still with us in our hearts and in our dreams. 

I am not one for New Year’s resolutions. Oh yes, I looked at my treadmill this morning and vowed to start using it daily, and perhaps this year I will do that, but I won’t promise. I’ve made peace with my scale and will definitely not be its slave in 2019. There will be no more reasons to justify taking a day to sit on the couch in my sweats with my blanket and my game tablet or staying up watching television until 2 a.m. and then sleeping in until 9 or 10. I make no excuses for having leftovers that I ate for dinner at 4 o’clock the day before for breakfast or chocolate before noon. No longer will I hide the fact that I blast Beatles music on my car Sirius radio and sing at the top of my lungs hoping the car next to me doesn’t think there’s a crazy woman driving down the street. In the new year I will be silly – very, very silly. Anytime I feel like crying, I will without saying “I am sorry,” but I will try to substitute those tears with laughter. I will continue to reach out to my family and friends in the hopes of spending time with them but will not run after those who do not wish to be caught. Love and friendship are a two-way street. I need to work on that philosophy and accept it. Or not. If these are resolutions, then I am all in.

For my loved ones and my dear readers, I hope this year you sing even if it’s off key, you dance even if you have two left feet, you tell lots of jokes even if they are corny, you give and get tons of hugs and that we all get happiness, good health, tons of love and most of all PEACE!

Marla Luckhardt is a Brentwood resident who works with senior care and advocacy groups. Email her at marla2054@aol.com.

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