Let’s take a quick look back at some of my New Year’s Resolutions from years gone by.  Was I successful?  Was I delusional?

My resolution in 2008 was “Avoid negativity at any cost.”  It remains my personal motto.  And a standard I live by every day.

My resolution for 2009, you ask?  Take more time for myself.  Needless to say, it was a wildly banal, boring year.  I ramped it up in 2010.  Smart choice on my part.  I’ll sleep when I’m dead.

In 2010, I challenged myself to be a kinder/gentler Michael Mackie.  I ended up having a stroke that year.  Clearly that was a sign not to go against the grain.  If you try to upset the balance of the universe, your brain will explode.  Figuratively and literally.

Last year I was in the midst of living my life like a mad-crazy fool.  After my stupid stroke I vowed not to say “no” to anything for 12 months.  So I didn’t have a resolution, per se.  I mean, other than stay alive.

This year is tough.  I’m thinking this is a year I need to be more introspective and spiritual.  I started going to church a few months ago, and it’s changed my perspective on a few things.  (Don’t worry … I’m not going to go all Jesus Freak or Pulpit Preacher on you.)  I’ve got a trip to India planned in 2012, which is about as spiritual as it gets.  That will likely get me centered and ground me since I’ve been a little discombobulated for the last year or so.

My friends have tons of resolutions for me … far too many to mention here.  But here are a few doozies:  My friend Cliff thinks I should be more culturally aware.  (You know, like opera and shit.)  My friend Deirdre thinks I should write a book with her.  (She’s been saying that for five years now.)  And my trainer thinks I should lose twelve pounds.  (He’s been the bane of my existence for much of the year.)

So here’s to a fab 2012.  I hope I get to spend more time with all my dear friends and, of course, my family.  Without you guys, I wouldn’t be the well-rounded fake blonde I am today.  I hope the planets align for all of us.