I’ve never been one for New Year’s resolutions. I’m happy if I can make it through any given year relatively intact, sane and with hair where I want it and not where I don’t. Bonus points if I had a great time at least most of the year and can still fit in the same clothes.
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January is usually not the time that I want to try to something new, get healthy, change myself or do anything proactive because frankly, Thanksgiving through Christmas exhausts me. In January, I want normalcy again, I want 9-5, Monday through Friday with no mail or daycare holidays. I want BORING and ho hum. I do not want new year, new me. I mostly like the old me. Sure, there are some rough edges, but I’m not a serial killer, I pay my taxes and I drive safely. What more does society want out of me?
Besides, I’ve been around myself long enough to know that if I truly want to do something, I will do it. It might not get done immediately, or without drama. It might not even be done right, but it will be done. Right now, the only thing I want to do is play Angry Birds, ponder getting some ankle boots and snuggle with my boys.
A good year does not have to be one of momentous change or renovation. A good year can be as simple as a giggle a day from Rex, waking up each day with my best friend with benefits, and sharing good company and wine.
I would not, however, say no to winning the lottery. You should resolve to buy me a ticket.
