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I know there are tons of blog posts out there talking about resolutions for the new year.
And there are probably just as many posts out there explaining how resolutions are pointless.
How they very rarely come to fruition, and most people will abandon their resolutions in approximately 17 days.
So I’m not going to write about my New Year’s resolutions.
Instead, I will do something different.
I’m going to give you my top 5 Rose-solutions.
Okay, so those who know me – and maybe even met me at FinCon – will know my last name is Rose.
Which would make for a totally cool blog name, by the way — I realize that. Unfortunately, someone already has that domain. Someone who is a keynote speaker and motivational coach. And it doesn’t appear she will be giving it up any time soon. Her site seems to be pretty successful.
And yes, I did join her mailing list. So I’m always a bit startled when an email message appears in my inbox from “Robin Rose”.
But I digress.
We were talking about Rose-solutions. Which are based on my last name.
I guess I could’ve gone with Robin-solutions or Rob-solutions, but neither seems to have quite the same ring to it. So Rose-solutions it is.
And how is a Rose-solution different than a regular ole’ resolution?
If you don’t know me, then this might seem totally random, and not a big deal.
And if you do know me, then you’d know this is a complete impossibility.
Bear with me here —
My mom passed away when I was in high school. She battled a long illness that I didn’t know much about at the time.
And being a teenager, let’s face it — I didn’t really care to know the details.
I just knew things in our family were different. For as far back as I could remember, my mom couldn’t do what other mothers could do with their kids. It was just a fact of life.
Other kids had moms who could take them to the park, monkey around on the jungle gym, play dress-up or have dance parties. My mom couldn’t do any of those things. On her best days, she could walk slowly while holding onto the walls. As her disease progressed, she became wheelchair bound. And eventually, she became fully immobilized, 100% bedridden.
She died when I was a high school senior, while I was taking my SATs.
But a short time ago, I was granted five more minutes with her.