I’m not a big one for New Year’s resolutions, in that I don’t ever make them just for the sake of making them. On the flip side, however, when I do make one, I tend to stick with it.
This year I am making the (ho-hum, yawn) stereotypical resolution to lose some weight. A few years back, when I stopped nursing the Little Miss, I was overweight and I worked really hard to lose 30+ pounds. Now I find the scale creeping up again – it’s nothing serious, but I’ve put back on enough that all the cute pants I bought to celebrate the weight loss are too tight, and the emergency one-size up pants I bought just to “tide me over” are now ALSO too tight, and that is…not good. So it’s back to watching what I eat and (GAG ME) exercising on occasion. Hopefully this horrible state of affairs doesn’t go on much longer, because people, I have PIE TO MAKE.
This might be the first year ever that I am actually making two resolutions, and the second is to find some focus in my life. I think this one has about an 80% chance of failure. Or maybe 85%. That’s because although I KNOW I need to stop trying to every single thing that catches my fancy, I still seem to think that I will magically produce five extra (energetic, alert) hours each day to get it all done. I want to design! and write! and bake! and teach! and parent full-time! and help friends! and exercise! and volunteer! and write a novel!
TOOOOOOOTALLY all going to happen, don’t you think?
Mostly I need to prioritize, so I’m not jumping from one thing to the next all the time, and to figure out which of these things really, really makes me happy and then try to pick just one. Or two. Maybe three, tops.
I get a whole year, right?