The Year Without Resolutions

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As each year comes to an end, I review the previous year’s resolutions and begin to compose new resolutions. It’s a process I have been doing for a good 10 years, on this blog and previous personal blogs. But this year? For some reason, I could not write New Year’s Resolutions. I would try to write them; I would fail. The only thing I could come up with was to flat-iron my hair more often. I kinda failed at that as well. So I thought I’d end this year with the first picture and last picture I took and a re-cap of all that happened this year, the year without resolutions.

This was the year.

This was the year I did not write any resolutions.

This was the year of many firsts.

This was the year I began in Cedar Key, Florida.

This was the year I rode a bicycle backwards on a tight rope across the second floor of a museum.

This was the year I felt heartbroken.

This is the year I ate and drank nothing but a handful of French fries, beer, and tequila for three days.

This was the year I announced my sexual identity on my blog.

This was the year I converted my patio into my office.

This was the year I didn’t move as planned.

This was the year I went to a fetish party.

This was the year I very confidently voted for a presidential candidate in the primaries.

This was the year I was publicly humiliated.

This was the year I had to find forgiveness without compromise.

This was the year I purchased my most expensive car.

This was the year I traveled through 19 states.

This was the year I tried Ethiopian food.

This was the year I met relatives on my dad’s side of the family.

This was the year I saw the second largest whale in the sea.

This was the year I started drinking coffee.

This was the year I reached 10,000 Instagram followers.

This was the year I thought I had breast cancer, liver disease, an autoimmune disorder, and a tumor on my gall bladder; I had none.

This was the year I learned that those who you call family are not always family.

This was the year I completely rebranded my blog.

This was the night I spent four nights in a hospital.

This was the year I was invited to an exclusive blogger event for the first time…and had to cancel my reservations.

This was the year my father died.

This was the year I celebrated my birthday with more close friends than I ever have before.

This was the year I went to a nude beach.

This was the year I ran my fastest 5K.

This was the year I drank an entire bottle of wine in one day by myself.

This was the year I was called to do jury duty for the first time.

This was the year I took my daughter to the ballet for the first time.

This was the year I began singing lessons.

This was the year I had to process so many truths and make peace.

This was the year I found more strength than I ever knew I had.

This was the year of letting in and letting go.

This was the year I learned the lessons of a lifetime.

This was the year I ended in New Orleans, Louisiana.

About Carrie Wells, Ed.D.

Dr. Carrie Wells is a college instructor, blogger, wife, and work-at-home mother to two children, Lydia {age 8} and Bryce {age 6}. Carrie earned her doctorate in Special Education in 2008. After becoming a mother in 2009, Carrie began blogging as Huppie Mama to share her passions for cooking, crafting, beautifying, and her family. In 2016, she rebranded as Our Potluck Family, and her husband Richard became a regular contributor.

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