Maybe I’m the only one who wakes up with expectations so high at the start of a new year they’ll never be met with anything but disappointment. Everything has a greater meaning than necessary on the first day of a new year.

 
I started making my oatmeal and popped a walnut chunk into my mouth.
Great, the first thing I ate in 2015 was a walnut chunk. It’s the Year of the Walnut! Maybe I should have started the year with a cup of pomegranate seeds or ground chia or green tea-coffee-beans or even a toothbrush. For as long as I live, that walnut will follow me.

 
Then I couldn’t finish the aggressive bowl of oatmeal I had put together, carefully placing everything just so in celebration of the new year oatmeal God’s, setting myself up for predictable first day failure. Classic 2015 behaviour.

 
So now I’m a quitter? I can’t even eat a whole bowl of oatmeal? 2015–Year of the Walnut Eating Quitter.

 
Then Chloe started singing “Let It Go.” Oh God, are we still on that this year?
I tried to do 20 push-ups. Yesterday, it seemed doable but today, just one day later, a brand new year, I felt a little older, slower, my muscles strained. I wanted to give up around number fourteen but I think the walnut kept the dream alive.

 
2015–Year of the Crazy Lady Who Talks About Walnuts.