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Plan B and C and D

I am one of those annoying people who not only makes New Year’s resolutions but actually keeps them.  No big surprise, since every day is the start of a “new year” for me, and I have a lifetime of experience.
As mother and wife, I have had no choice but move with the flow or get knocked over.  As an ex-teacher, every school year offered new challenges - new assignments, new personalities (administrators, parents, and students), and new horizons.
As a writer, we call it Revise and Edit.
If life is how you react to Plan B, then you are in for a rough ride unless you learn to use your flexible gene. I have lived through Plan B.  And C.  And D.  If truth be told, I have gone through the alphabet several times over.  I am an expert at bending with the wind.  (Okay, I don’t do “outdoor stuff” very well, but you get the picture.)
There are certain resolutions that get listed every year that they have become as rote as the heading on a school composition – full name on the left, date on the right - but that does not make them less of a necessity.  You know what I am talking about – lose weight, more exercise, learn to Mambo.  
Some change with age and maturity – kiss a boy, marry Ricky Nelson (for you younger readers, he was like the 1950’s version of Justin Bieber), live happily ever after. I’ve done all those (except marry Ricky), and losing weight turned out to be the hardest and less fun.
Resolutions – I feel like I should break into song here, but you wouldn’t want me to do that - just know that I believe in them.  I make several every year about this time in preparation for the real thing – LIFE - that little four-letter word that loves to screw with all your well-thought-out plans.
Let’s Mambo!

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