I never do resolutions. But this year was different. Things felt stale and I got lazier than usual. I missed the things I used to love and I got bogged down by my laziness.
So I hashed out a few key resolutions with a friend who had similar feelings. Wrote them out and toasted to a new year.
Monday. 1/4/2016. That was when my effort would begin. The return and freedom of a routine day.
Kids were back to school.
Emails were checked.
Supervisor called for a quick catch up.
I was getting lost in Whole Foods ignoring the new foods I wanted to sample. Moved on and started tossing staples into my Costco cart.
And I got sad. By the time the kitty litter hit the cart, I was pretty dark.
Today was like every other day. Just like the ones I was bored with.
Every other day…
At almost 40, I fell for the myth and hope that a new year is truly New.
Today was like yesterday and the 363 before it. Nothing was new. There’s no magic wand. No special day for things to change. No POOF.
If I wanted to make it new, I had to do some work.
So I found my sneakers and watched some snow fall.
“It’s really cold. Do I even have appropriate pants? All my socks are dirty. Maybe I’ll wear two pairs of pants… Just open the door.”
And that’s what I did. I hit the road and carefully avoided patches of ice. I rerouted my thoughts and got centered.
I crafted this blog post and promised myself I’d actually write it.
New year has started.
How did you start yours?