Pop the bubbly. Pass ’round the ridiculous hats. Make your list and check it twice. Steal a kiss or two and we’re ready to start the new year. A new year; a clean slate, the chance we get every twelve months to start over. The time has come to make a change, drop a year’s worth of bad eating habits or ditch the friend who never gives but won’t hesitate to take. Rebuild that relationship you let crack and dry like the dusty forgotten land of a destitute desert; or build that relationship with a special someone that’s been budding like a tiny rose fighting its way past the weeds and shale left behind by past failed relationships. How many resolutions will be made and how many broken?
Looking back on all of my past New Year’s resolutions I can’t say I’ve ever been very good at sticking with them completely. Sure, the first couple weeks my motivation is pumped like a bodybuilder on steroids but soon, it shrivels up like… well… you know… Anyway, they never quite last the duration of the year. That’s the thing about change, it’s a couple of steps away but each step seems to be a mile apart. It’s hard to see the end of the tunnel, so I’m going to try a new approach this year. Instead of keeping my eyes desperately glued to the pinprick of light I used to see at the end of the longest darkest tunnel known to man; as I fight and claw my way down the slippery slope clinging to my sanity by an ever unraveling thread! I’m going to keep my eyes down and focus on each step as it comes!
Should I stare out at the obstacles that lay before me before I’ve even begun. That to me seems like a recipe for failure, I’m psyching myself out before I even get started. I step onto the field, look up and see a linebacker who looks like he could eat me for breakfast, and suddenly all the courage I had when my cleats took their first bite of the green grass below my feet is waiting for me back on the bench. Okay, so I’ve never played football but I’m sure anyone could understand that analogy, your average bear isn’t the size of an NFL linebacker.
So let’s not look down when we cross the tight rope swinging dangerously over a volcano and let’s ignore the beastly mammoth in shoulder pads and a helmet and let’s go ahead and pretend that the sharks circling our splintering lifeboat are friendly dolphins because today is a new day and I smell a change in the air. As one of my favourite quotes says; “Today is a most unusual day, because we have never lived it before; we will never live it again; it is the only day we have.” ~ William Arthur Ward.
So, what ghastly reformations have I vowed to make? Did I spend hours sweating over a piece of paper that wriggled and cringed beneath my sweaty palm poised with a pen in hand ready for action? Did I look up the most generic New Year’s resolutions I could find? How about something pretentious like reading the most boring books known to man (no offense to those people who have convinced themselves they actually find pleasure in reading about quadratic equations and scientific mumbo jumbo). No, I think not. This year my resolutions will be personal, not saying that they aren’t generic in a sense because quite frankly a few of them are but in their own special way they are mine alone. I will covet my shiny new resolutions as dated and worn as they may be; as many times as they’ve been passed around and tossed out with the sweaty gym socks that had only set foot in an actual gym once! You know who you are. They will be my resolutions and I will do my very best to keep them. Ha! That should be a resolution! To keep resolutions! ba-zing!
Alright, enough dilly-dallying it’s time for the unveiling of my New Year’s resolutions. Drum roll please. . . I will ask that you hold your applause until the end, no flash photography or video recordings of any kind will be permitted, ask your small children to leave the room, if you are faint of heart or have a weak stomach I advise you to have the proper medical care handy for there is not a doctor in the house at this time. Without further adieu, I will raise the dusty maroon curtains, turn the house lights down, spotlight on and centered. It’s showtime!
New Year’s Resolutions
1. Be able to max PT test (ah of course, that raises the question. Why would I need to max a PT test? Am I in the military? All in good time dear friends, all in good time.)
2. Lost weight (I have a set weight in mind but I don’t wish to divulge that information at present. Plus I don’t know how much I weigh now lol so that’s somewhat moot.)
3. Don’t be a doormat
4. Get straight A’s (Excluding math of course. And I’m sure more questions are popping into your mind like spam on a computer screen. School + PT test, what could this mean?)
5. Save money
6. Write daily
7. finish a book
8. Change someone’s life in a positive way
9. Get a job
10. Stick to my resolutions… okay number 10 was to stop eating crap but that’s just a stepping stone for the first 2 so I decided to switch that out with my newly developed resolution.
Of course being the anal retentive organized planning freak that I am I have a very set plan how I’m going to achieve my beautifully polished, slightly rusty, perhaps a bit dented but still magnificent resolutions! But luckily for you, I won’t bore you with the gruesome details just yet.
I think that’s enough about New Year’s at present so it’s time for another quote I absolutely adore that pertains to the current topic: “Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.” ~George Bernard Shaw
Now that it’s gotten quite late I believe the time has come for me to venture off to the land where I’m free to allow my dreams to remove the cobwebs from the corners of my mind and let my imagination flow without a care. You know what they say about staying up all night: “staying up all night is a waste of sleeping, and a waste of sleeping is a waste of dreaming, and dreaming is important because the more dreams you have, the better chance you have of one coming true.” ~Izzi Reeves
It would be terrible form for a dream weaver to miss the divine opportunity to dream, then what would I be? A mere scribbler? Off to the wonderful world of my dreams I go; where my heart is free to wish and watch those wishes come true.
Dream a little dream of me,
Evangelyna
