And don’t let the door hit you in the rear on the way out.
When I look back, it really was brewing from the start, but the end of 2013 – which brought both personal and professional setbacks – really crystallized that I was living in my own version of a “Weepies” song, specifically this one:
Yes, this was Not My Year.
But hope springs eternal, and I’ve got a good vibe about 2014.
I’ve alluded to it before, but I have a ton of resolutions to make. First up: Drink more water. I started this a month ago and so far, so good. I’m cheating and counting herbal tea as fulfilling my daily requirement, but meh. I’ve done worse.
Second resolution: Juice more. (Yes, I used “juice” as a verb). This resolution piggybacks onto #1, and frankly, it’s still pretty low hanging fruit when it comes to personal betterment. It also helps that I just ordered the Vitamix I’ve been pining over, and I suspect that the enthusiasm from using my divine new blender will last until at least February.
Third: Add more variety to my exercise routine. I love to run. Period. But I don’t really like to do almost anything else, especially yoga – which I desperately want to like (“Oh, me? Yes, I got this body from yoga! And now I am so Zen and bendy and spiritual and all that”), but I am so absurdly awful at every pose that I had to hire a personal yogi to work one-on-one with me. It’s been three years and I still can’t do a real down dog.
Ahhh, and here is the hard one, Resolution Four: Stop online shopping. This one’s going to hurt. But of course, this is me talking, so there are many different caveats and rules that I am attaching to this one. Like the fact that I can still shop, but I need to actually try things on and make sure they fit before plunking down the plastic. This isn’t quite as easy as it sounds, since our small(-ish) city doesn’t have many good places to shop and our dying, dated mall from the 80s is for emergencies only.
And if family members require clothing or other items that need to be purchased online, then so be it. Same for gifts for others. It’s really my personal habit that needs curbing.
Part of this is that I also vow to use up my royal stash of lotions/potions/unguents/elixirs before moving on to the next new thing. Right now we probably have enough stockpiled to moisturize our whole family until 2035 or so.
But … overall this represents a radical shift in my current (bloated) lifestyle and there should be a bit of room for discretion, no? Which is why I give myself permission to consider acquiring this as a birthday present to myself when Neiman Marcus runs a gift card promo:
Which would then enable me to use the gift card for this future purchase:
So, yes, since you can’t get a personality transplant, I’m still me. Flawed, awful me.
But I’ll start 2014 with another “Weepies” song, which I think summarizes my current mindset rather well: