A few years ago I made the resolution to live extravagantly. I hope I have on occasion done that over the years but I think it's time to re-resolve.
By live extravagantly I don't mean spend extravagantly. I have no intention of foolishly frittering Husband's hard-earned and squirrelled-away cash. (And Husband would have something to say if I did.) No, I mean live extravagantly.
Without a meanness of spirit but with a generous heart and soul - and passion for life. Live as if it's the only life I have. Make the most of it with extravagant courage and energy. Refuse to be beaten down by the negatives; search out the positives and declare them to be the only possible option. In the face of those who will shake their heads and say, 'just look at the world today,' I will look at the world and see its beauty, all it has to offer.
I will (continue to) gallop and skip, to roll down hills, to run into the wind pretending to be an aeroplane, to get things wrong, to laugh at myself, to love my family more than life itself, and I will try to be brave. To not give up. To not expect it to rain.
And I won't be disappointed in myself if sometimes I do give up. As long as I try.