Thursday, January 1, 2009
The dawn of a new year…full of hope, resolutions, toasts, hangovers. For some, the last acts of 2008 are the first regretted in 2009. I truly regret my husband’s alarm mistakenly ringing at 6 a.m. He’s still sleeping soundly…
I spent the morning reading articles about New Year’s resolutions—some quite inspiring. I could resolve to parent better, eat healthier, exercise regularly, become better organized, write daily, etc., etc., etc. However, that would simultaneously add stress and possible failure, leading to guilt and more stress—a vicious, annual cycle I’d rather avoid.
That doesn’t mean I’m unaffected by New Year euphoria. I decided last week to start 2009 unencumbered by items already on my lists. So, I emptied the attic, donated items to Good Will, redid M’s and A’s bedrooms and organized my office.
I feel liberated this a.m.…the pulled muscles and backache worth every spasm. I also experienced IKEA—I had no idea how many cool household gadgets existed, nor how many of them I need. I hope there’s a 12-step program…
Which leads me to my plan for 2009… I resolve to do the best I can, when I can, and accept when I can’t. I hope your lists are as amenable to your lives :) Welcome to a new day, new month, New Year my friends.