I may possibly be the last person on Earth to make my resolutions for 2009.
Well, except for those crabby ass I don’t believe in New Year’s Resolution people.
(Which, by the way? Ridiculous. How do you not believe in New Year’s Resolutions? Like it’s a fucking philosophical school of thought or something. Who spends so much time thinking about New Year’s Resolutions that they form an article of faith on their stance for or against them? Chill. Out. Seriously.)
ANYway… I’m late to the party. But I’ve been thinking about it here and there ever since 11:58 on New Year’s Eve night when a fellow party goer casually asked, “so, what’s your resolution this year?” and I said “oh, um, shit. I dunno. I should get on that.”
I started thinking about areas of my life I’d like to resolve to focus on (which is really all a New Year’s Resolution is. Crab asses.). The problem is, I quickly realized there are quite a few areas of my life that need work.
Like the fact that my not at all low rise jeans are stuck below my belly.
Or the fact that the muffin top gut does not go away even when I am naked.
Or how about the fact that I haven’t finished a glass of water in roughly 29 years?
Or that I have two “books” that I’ve started and abandoned in the last year at the 4,500 words and meh, I’ll just watch Grey’s Anatomy tonight mark.
Or that I need to learn to practice Not Saying Anything If I Don’t Have Anything Nice To Say.
Or that –
OK, that’s all I can think of at the moment. But I’m sure there’s more. There’s always more.
And that’s what my resolution is about this year. I resolve to always be working on getting better. What that means in not airy fairy vague ambiguous bullshit language is:
I will set one new “resolution” per month and work every day of that month on creating a new habit in support of that goal.
I figure it takes 21 days to make a new habit and creating several small “good habits” can have a big impact on my life without overwhelming the shit out of me.
This month (I still have time!), I will walk 30 minutes each morning. Every day.
I won’t stress about how I also want to do yoga. Or run. Or write more. Or get better at cooking and photography and organizing and keeping up with household messes. Or even how I want to lose X amount of pounds and X amount of rolls.
I’m just going to focus on walking 30 minutes. Every day.
Hopefully by the end of the month the habit will be there and I’ll be able to move on to the next thing.
Or I’ll be ready to announce my new anti-New Year’s Resolution platform.