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So It's A New Year

Well, it's a new year....

I don't know if I'm the only one who feels this way, but sometimes at the end of the year I feel sad. Sad that another year of my life is over....

Of course, I'm excited for a new year and what's to come...but I was just thinking-besides some strength goals I have, I really have no big goals or dreams or things I want to accomplish this coming year. Is that bad??

I mean, I have no resolutions to make...because my diet is on track(or at least where I want it to be for ME), I'm consistent with my training...I'm doing what I enjoy as far as my career....so I guess this is just another year for me to keep doing what I'm doing-but better! I'm content with helping other people achieve their goals, being an inspiration through this blog, and just being happy and thankful for what I have in my life. 

I guess one of the main things I want to focus on this year and every year, is to get closer to God. I need to make HIM my priority. Health and fitness is important and a passion of mine, but there are things that should be MORE important and consume MORE of my time and my thoughts. My relationship with God, spending time with Him and studying His Word, being a witness for Him, and helping others, should be first and foremost in my life, above everything-over Facebook, working out, and blogging.

I admit, I am guilty of spending way too much time on the computer Facebooking and blogging. I read my bible regularly, but not as much as I should. I pray, but not as much as I should. Not more than I am on Facebook! That needs to change.
 
I saw this somewhere on Facebook and thought that this is a good thing to remember in 2012:
"Seek your comfort in Jesus, NOT in food, NOT in your appearance, NOT in the acceptance of others, NOT in your home, NOT in your spouse, NOT in your children, NOT in your job, NOT in your performance, NOT in your feelings, ONLY IN JESUS. He never changes."

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