I never used to understand new years resolutions. Why change on Jan 1? Why would you think your goals would be any more attainable if made in mass with every other schmuck in America. I’m beginning to understand. The fudge, and Santa shaped cookies, and bags of dark chocolate begin to dwindle around the beginning of January and suddenly you are getting back into your regular schedule and it is a new year and you wish that you were more efficient and had been less grumpy last year and could actually fit into your new glorious corduroy pants that you bough at the GAP outlet with a good friend a month ago when you went to see “New Moon”… cough cough. And so like my lovely sister I’m caving this year and making some goals for 2010.
- Stop and enjoy the pain…I mean process. When I’m shopping alone with three small children and it takes 12 millenia to make it out of the store…relax, remember that life is in these moments, love them, teach them, drive like a maniac through produce and scream when those little sprinklers turn on by the cucumbers.
- Be diligent about getting to bed @ 9:45 and thusly up at 4:45. I still write every day, but so often bedtime creeps by and I don’t make my goal.
- Pray more. More often. More desperately. At strategic moments when the insanity is actually occurring and not later after the fact.
- Don’t eat. Ug, isn’t this on every one’s list. This one is especially difficult for those of us who had pseudo-psychotic dieting habits in their youth and have spent years learning how to relax and feel worthwhile in our skin. The problem is that for me learning to relax came with more eating than was absolutely necessary and so now I face the daunting task of being relaxed and feeling beautiful in my skin while simultaneously not eating, all in a completely non-psychotic fashion.
So there it is, my leap into resolution making. We’ll see what happens.