This maybe the year of acceptance.

Accepting that my size 6-8 body may not be coming back, hence all the pretty clothes I've been hanging onto for the past however many years may really have to go.

Accepting that I can't keep plucking out every grey hair on my hear when I spot them because if I keep up the plucking, I will soon be unnaturally bald premmaturely.  Now that I've stopped plucking, all the white hair waiting in the wing have sprung out audaciously. Like the new hatched turtles on the Galapagos Island, I heard, if the first one heading for the ocean got picked up by predator, the rest stay put; otherwise, they all dash for the ocean when the coast is cleared.  The daily stare down continues though....

Accepting that now I really found what I'm great at, I need not keep looking around for something better.  I can focus on my life. Finally.