Holy heck, it’s the year 2011. Can anyone believe it? I’m pretty sure it was only yesterday that I was gathering all my hair up for a side pony, rolling up my leg warmers and sucking down a Diet Tab. Time is flying by and I, for one, am not okay with that.
I’ve never been one for New Year’s resolutions. Like a lot of people, I believe they are one giant set-up for failure and, I don’t know about you, but I think life is already hard enough. The added pressure of meeting our “never ever ever ever gonna succeed at the impossible” resolutions aren’t good for the soul. The word itself carries a pretty final insinuation. And final-anything intimidates me.
I prefer to make goals. Goals are less resolute and more hopeful. A purpose with direction, an attainable objection, a little wishful thinking. I can wrap my mind around a goal. And, often they are way more realistic than a resolution.
Resolution: I resolve to lose 50 pounds this year and never gain the weight back again.
Goal: I’m going to try and cut my Cheezit consumption down to 1/2 a box a week.
Now, I’d love to lose 50 pounds but cutting out a little Nabisco habit is definitely more in my reach this week.
Resolution: Fully embrace role as mother and wife.
Goal: Stomach at least two games of Chutes ‘n Ladders this week and one “work-related” conversation with hubby without yawning and/or expressing boredom.
Um, do I even have to explain the difference?
The examples above are actually real-life goals of mine and are merely a couple on a very long list. I actually look forward to tackling each and every one this year and am planning on approaching each goal fully equipped with an arsenal of determination and grit. Despite the “lightyear fast” speed of life I am taking my time rediscovering myself this year and, hopefully, each goal will fall into place.
So, I ask you, dear readers, are you a fan of the ever-popular New Year’s Resolutions? Are you the type to make a resolute statement and follow through, come hell or highwater? Perhaps you are a goal-setter like myself and prefer the less pressured route of life change. Or, maybe, you buck tradition altogether and see no need to fix what ain’t broke.
Whatever your bag, baby, I wish for you a healthy and happy New Year and hope this year brings you peace and love.