The Single Gal's Guide to Rheumatoid Arthritis

Resolutions, Intentions, or Maybe Just Some Rough Ideas

Sun-setting over the Nile in Aswan, Egypt.

Sunrise above Mount Sinai, Egypt.

As 2010 draws to a close and 2011 beckons, I'm sure many of us are thinking about all the many things we'll do, or do better, or not do at all next year.  I'm wishy washy about resolutions.  I think sometimes, they can set us up for failure. I like the idea of setting intentions better.  To me, the word intention implies you may not always live up to it perfectly, but you can always go back to it.

I'm thinking of a few myself for the year ahead. Each year since college, I have gone through a little ritual on New Year's Eve that helps me think about my intentions.  On one piece of paper, I write down words or ideas from this past year that I would like to let go of and say 'good riddance.' On another, I write down words and ideas that I would like to cultivate and embrace in the coming year.  I rip up the piece of paper with everything I want to say good-bye to, and then I fold up the paper with my intentions for the year ahead and sleep with it under my pillow.  It's my little symbolic way of drawing a line in the sand and focusing on myself on what is in front of me, regardless of what has happened in the past.

Do you all have any New Year's rituals or thoughts about resolutions?  How has your RA impacted them (or not?).

However you spend the closing of 2010 and the dawning of 2011, may each of you be safe, healthy, happy and content!

xoxo

 

A Year in RA-View

 

'As the year draws to a close, I find it helpful to look back and take stock of where I was at the start of the year, where I am now, and what happened to get me here. It allows me to see how far I’ve come as well as where I’ve stumbled along the way, and provides a feeling of momentum for the year ahead.'

Read the rest of the article here, and tell me- what has 2010 meant for you and your RA? 

The Morning After. . .

'It’s always so awkward.  There we were, standing in the kitchen.  He was fixing his coffee, and I was getting hot water for my tea. I could feel the question coming, but kept hoping that maybe this time, the moment would pass and what had happened the day before could go unmentioned. No such luck.'

Read the rest here and then answer the question: how do you deal with the morning after?