I’m very glad January 1st is almost over. It’s a lot of pressure, this one little day out of so many, pressure to make resolutions and plan life changes and carpe diem and all that stuff.
I don’t like to make resolutions any more. I used to — I’m a huge fan of lists, and crafting a Things To Do or Accomplish in the New Year List used to make me happy. But then I’d always get to December and realize that I hardly did any of the things on my list, and the failure make me depressed. I mean, what’s the point of making a list if you can’t check things off? So I stopped making the darned list.
Lately, what I do, ’round about this time of the year, is think about how I’m going to live better. Just little things. Remember that I don’t need to save all the vegetables for the kids — I need them too. Get some more fresh air. Stretch. Laugh. Possibly come up with a system of organization that once and for all relieves me of all the clutter.
My sister, who’s a health coach and possibly the biggest cheerleader anyone could ask for, recently wrote about New Year’s and talked about the idea of “do overs”:
I like to think of the new year as a do-over! Did something you tried not go so well? What if you yelled “do over” like we did when we were kids and tried again? What would your life be like if you gave yourself permission to let go of your disappointment and try again? Why don’t you take this year to find out?
Isn’t that a great way to look at it?
This year I’d like a do-over. To try every day to just be a slightly better version of the last-year me.
I’m also going to challenge myself to blog more. My cousin did a great project last year — a picture that captured a moment of inspiration or beauty or challenge — and she posted one a day. I’d love to try that, but, frankly, I don’t go to that many places which would make for a boring 365 pictures. But could I do a blog post a day? Hmm….perhaps.
The other thing I’d like to accomplish is to finish my novel’s revisions and start submitting it — AND work on a new one.
That’s it. Humble goals. Live better. More vegetables. Fresh air. Stretch. Laugh. Write more. *
Happy New Year!
*Notice that none of this mentions my husband or children. That’s just because, really, a better me is good for them, too. It’s an all-around win!