Public resolutions are all the rage these days and we all know I'm more of a trend-follower than setter, with the exception of my fashion forward ways from 1993-1996.
(I so knew that plastic baby barrettes would be haute couture for tweeners before Sassy did.)
But I digress.
(Mental note: Make a resolution to stop digressing.)
(Mental note: Make a resolution to stop using so many parentheses when blogging.)
(Mental note: Make a resolution to stop making mental notes.)
So I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon and post some of my resolutions on this here blog.
Resolution #1:
Lose weight.
Lots of it. Like, I've lost almost all my pregnancy weight and I still have about that much to go. I credit my enormous appetite, lack of self control and radiated thyroid for such a phenomenal accomplishment. And I am hoping to credit Weight Watchers for my unbelievable body come this summer. Wish me luck and lots of bran!
Resolution #2:
Be a better woman.
Seriously, I'm so over being a whiny woman. When did that become cool? There's no need to gossip (unless it's about celebrities, which is totally acceptable and legal). There's no need to complain. There's no need to hold a grudge. There's no need to belittle myself for the sake of others. There's no need to do or be things just because others want me to. There's no need to compare myself to anyone, much less someone with unattainable attributes. There's no need to expect recognition for everything I do. There's no need to waste time on things I cannot change. And there's no reason not to be more, see more and do more, all while inspiring my daughter to take more pride in herself and her womanhood.
Resolution #3:
Be more spiritual.
I won't go into deets here because it's a private, personal and sacred matter. But I sometimes wonder what non-religious folk put on their resolution lists since about 25 of mine are typically spiritually-related. Some acronym hints: VT, FHE, SS, HFPE.
Resolution #4:
Stop feeling guilty.
I come from a family with a sorry complex. Like, we feel a need to apologize for anything and everything, as if it's our fault. (Example: "I'm sorry there was a avalanche in Colorado." Or "I'm sorry you had to turn on the dishwasher.") It drives outsiders, including our spouses, crazy. And it's pretty pointless. So I'm not going to do it anymore ... I hope.
Sorry for that long explanation.
Resolution #5:
Be a better blogger.
Like many of bloggers out there, I've had a love/hate relationship with my blog. I've been tempted to stop. I've been tempted to start over. But instead I'm just going to be better. Less ranting, more raving. Less pictorials, more editorials. Less sap, more satire. Less breaks, more blogging.
So there you have it. It's a short list. It doesn't include some other goals like saving more, reading more, loving more, running more ... and buying a house.
(Oh, and Miss Dub wants you to know that modesty is her number one goal this new year.)
