The time came and went – for me to compile my annual New Year’s Resolutions. It was strange this year. As December winded down, I was in sunny (really mostly cloudy) Florida, gearing up for my trip back home – to an impending BLIZZARD. I’m a claustrophobic, paranoid flyer, but do it and try not to let my fears take over. So a couple of times a year I get on an airplane, fly somewhere and feel grateful I’ve made it to and from the destination alive. About half-way through our Christmas vacation, I started getting news updates from Newsday’s up-to-the second alert system: Snow likely Thursday night into Friday. (Thursday at 2:23 p.m. was my flight home). I felt the anxiety rising, creeping up from my stomach into my chest and seeping into my head. I was lightly saturated with a fear of something that may never happen: flying home in a blizzard. So I consciously and deliberately worked to tamp down these fleeting, unfo...