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2012: The Year of Changes

For the past few years, some of us have named the new year coming.

2011 has been the year of laughter. There are many studies that conclude that laughing is good for you physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. I have proven them right! Actually, finding things to laugh about is quite easy around here. And if all else fails, there is always Everybody Loves Raymond reruns. I plan to continue this practice of laughing every day just because I like it.

Naming 2012 has been a little difficult because there are so many options. Some of my friends have chosen 'joy', 'yes', 'learning', 'travel', to name a few. For me, it will be the year of 'changes'.

One major change is coming in February, when Hub will retire after working 42 years at the same place. He is so ready and looking forward to it! There are other potential changes that I can't talk about yet, but just the possibility has created some excitement for us.

The verb change means to become different, altered, modified, or to pass from one thing into another. Change can tend to be undesirable, because it sometimes gets us out of our comfort zones and makes us look at things in a different light.





Thou renewest thy witnesses against me, and increasest thine
indignation upon me; changes and war are against me.
Job 10:17
KJV


A new year with its blank calendar pages can be as scary as an uncharted sea. Before Columbus sailed west across the Atlantic, he was told there were monsters out there waiting for him.

Instead, he found a whole new world.

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  1. I love Everybody Loves Raymond, too. I enjoy comedies. I hardly ever watch the new shows I am always on TVLand, Hallmark, History and INSP, etc. Good luck with your husband's retirement, I hope you get to do everything you yearn to do. I have found out since my husband's retirement that we do less than we did before. I haven't figured that one out yet. Happy New Year of Changes!

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