by Andrea Renee Cox
Can
you believe it’s 2017 already?
It’s a bit hard to imagine, but it is that time of year
again. Time to crack open a new calendar. To eat black-eyed peas (if you’re
into that; they aren’t to my liking and I don’t buy into the superstition of
the tradition). And to make new year’s resolutions.
I stopped making resolutions probably fifteen years ago. I
never saw them through. Most of the years, I barely made it two weeks. Of
course, I was a teenager at the time and hadn’t yet developed good
follow-through skills.


