The “So What?” Year

I don’t make resolutions as a rule, though there is a certain guilty pleasure in breaking them. The TV is already rife with ads for Ab this and Ab that to lose weight, the bookstore will move all the diet books to the front of the store because invariably folks will vow to lose weight this year. I am going to buck the trend and make his a “So What?” kind of year.

I am fat, so what? Baseball players took steroids – so what? They are just a bunch of trained circus animals chasing a ball once a week, who cares? Illegals are coming across our border – so what? Our government is in a shambles and only seems to get worse with each new set of characters –so what?

I am a chronic worrier, but no more, there are things that I have no power over and things that just really don’t matter that much, why worry over them? My New Year may not be any better, but at least I won’t be worried about it.