New Year, Old Me
Well, here it is,
2019—and I’m just now getting used to writing 2018. The new year is
traditionally a time of starting over, and everyone is making resolutions. I
stopped making formal new year’s resolutions some time back, but that doesn’t
mean that I’ve given up trying to improve. Rather, it means that I don’t wait
until the first of the year to make a change when one is needed. And I try to
make those changes permanent. I don’t always succeed, but I do try.
Although I’ve had
two good careers in my life already—medicine and writing—in my heart I
sometimes long to own a health club, especially around the first of the year. We’re
all familiar with what happens then. After the holiday meals and the snacks, we
resolve to lose that five pounds (or whatever amount we seem to have acquired).
“I’m going to go to the gym every day,” we say.
That’s why gym
memberships go up about this time every year. But according to the best figures
I can find, two thirds of them are never used beyond the first few months. Our
spirit may be willing, but the flesh is weak. We become like the person who
doesn’t go to the gym because they can’t find a parking place close enough, and
they don’t want to walk all that distance! Our gym memberships go unused, and
the treadmill we wanted for Christmas becomes an expensive coatrack.
My suggestion is
that, rather than improving our physical bodies (or in addition to such
measures, if we’re in the minority who really tries), we consider making a few
adjustments to our personalities. My wife, bless her, saw me dragging my feet
one morning as I made my way around the house. She pointed this out, while
reminding me that—even though I may be piling up the years—I still have the
prospect of some good ones ahead. Although I hadn’t formally joined the “give
me a word” movement I’ve seen so much on social media lately, she used a word
that has stuck with me: “purpose.” Rather than shuffling my feet, I needed to
move with purpose.
So, for the year
ahead, I intend to proceed with purpose. The subject of my purpose may change
as the situation changes, but I want to keep the word before me. My purposes
(and most of us have multiple ones) right now are to complete my next novel
while not neglecting being the best family man possible. At some time, I may
find that I’m being unusually short-tempered with those around me, and I’ll do
my best to change that. I may forget for what purpose I’m writing, and if that
is the case, I’ll try to correct that.
We all have
purposes. Find yours. Do you need to add to it? Do you need to make a change?
Continue those efforts for the long haul. You’ll be glad you did.
* * *
Dr. Richard Mabry is a retired
physician, now writing “medical mystery with heart.” His novels have garnered
critical acclaim and been finalists for ACFW’s Carol Award, both the Romantic Times’ Inspirational Book of
the Year and Reviewer’s Choice Awards, the Inspirational Readers’ Choice, and
the Selah Award. He is a member of the American Christian Fiction Writers, the
International Thriller Writers, and Novelists Inc. Emergency Case is his latest novella.
He and his wife live in north
Texas, where he writes, works on being the world’s greatest grandfather, and
strives to improve his golf game. You can learn more about him at his website, and via
his blog
and Facebook
page.
KILLER OR TARGET?
The relationship between Dr. Kelly Irving and her husband, attorney Jack Harbaugh, has cooled recently, but she figures they’ll muddle through and repair it.
But when she backs down her driveway, her car hits a bump that turns out to be the partially snow-covered body of a man her husband recently represented. Not only that, the gun that killed him belongs to Jack, who seems to be the primary suspect.
As events escalate, Kelly can’t decide if her husband is a murderer or the next victim. Eventually, they put their marital differences aside and find the person masterminding the syndicate behind all this, while trying to keep Jack alive.
