For example: this year I caught a cold from my sister while we were visiting my mom in Florida. I was "determined" not to get it, but airborne viruses don't care about anyone's determination. They just travel through the air from host to host. Truly, the gift that keeps on giving.
Last year, I made the mistake of watching an entire season of the TV show "24" between Xmas and New Year's while sitting in a recliner, but propping my feet on an ottoman. Major mistake. I wound up straining my back from the bad ergonomics.
At the end of 2010, I developed plantar fasciitis from teaching Zumba on a slab of concrete thinly disguised as a hard wood floor. It was really just concrete covered by a layer of laminate. I hobbled my way into 2011.
In December 2007, I visited my parents and sister, and half of my sister's kids had bronchitis. Guess what? I started off 2008 with a nasty bout of bronchitis, but had started a new job, and as the sole bread winner at that time, couldn't afford to lose the job by saying I couldn't come to work because of bronchitits. And when I get that particular infection, just breathing becomes a major effort, let alone having to work with customers and co-workers during a ten-hour day. Oh what fun that new year was. Not.
But back to the here and now...being sick is giving me some time to think about what I want to accomplish in 2014. I'd like to finish a Young Adult novel I started several years ago and I'd like to write my third Cleo Tidwell paranormal mystery. I have the premise of the PM, but just need to carve out some time to actually write it. And that's where my goal setting will come in.
So 2014 is starting off at a crawl rather than a bang, but hey, if the tortoise could win the race, then so can I.
Happy New Year!