2015 begins with me smack dab in the middle of my 51st year on this planet – that’s 50.5 for those confused by the concept.  It’s time for me to work towards the things I would like to count as accomplishments.  I tend to allow lamentations regarding what I could have already accomplished to mire my progress – a terrible cycle that doesn’t lead me any closer to where I want to be.

None of that is to say that I don’t already have a fabulous life, or that I haven’t accomplished a list of varied and wonderful things… I’ve lived in California, Washington, Texas, Washington DC, Rhode Island, Japan and Italy. I graduated from University.  I have a full time job that I truly enjoy, and I write mystery novels.  I’m a fair amateur amateur photographer. I paint, sew, and garden to varying degrees of success.  I speak Italian.  I studied oenology just to the point of being dangerous in the wine aisle.  When I’m not working, carting my giant DSLR camera around, painting, or chastising myself for not writing, or cleaning the house I can be found putting too much cream and sugar into my coffee – or playing with my fat, fabulous cat, Francesca.

Something I’m happy to say, but can’t truly be counted as my accomplishment, is that I’m married to a sexy, handsome, wickedly smart man that also happens to be my best friend.  Together we like to hike, camp, walk along the shore, bike, or play games.

So, where do I go from here?  What’s missing?  Good question.  I want 2015 to be a year of order for me.  I’m not going to make grand, sweeping proclamations.  I simply want to work toward goals yet unaccomplished, a little every day.  I hope those unfold as I write this blog.