Sunday, January 17, 2010

A Rat on a Wheel

Yep. You read correctly. I have stayed so busy these past couple weeks that I quite literally feel like a giant rodent exercising on a Ferris wheel. Of course, truth be told, I brought this on myself. I managed to double book myself on a number of occasions recently, with the unfortunate but predictable end result: total exhaustion.

My biggest goal for this weekend: organization! We still haven't put away all the Holiday stuff... presents, decorations, etc. languish about in very odd places in my home, because I have not carved out a home for them. I am hoping to get them stored, with a few more surfaces cleared, by the end of the weekend, so that I no longer fear middle of the night trips to the potty. Of course, what really is needed is for us to get rid of a LOT of stuff... outgrown clothes, toys, etc. We don't need it, and it could be helping someone else right now. My next goal is to accomplish this feat, one room at a time. Got any tips to help me? I would love to hear all about how to shape up my world!

Saturday, January 9, 2010

New Year's Disillusions

Well, I did it. I stayed up past midnight, I sang off key about old acquaintances long forgotten, and I toasted with sparkling apple cider. Then I tucked my very tired children into bed, bid my inlaws goodnight, and did the same. And the next morning I woke up feeling no different than I had hours before. A friend asked me what my New Year's Resolution was... and I sweetly smiled and said... "to not spend time making promises I won't keep."

I don't mean that in a mean way. But year after year we look at the calendar and use the date as an excuse to take action. 'This is the year I am going to get back down to my college pants size..." "This is the year I am finally going to take up running..." "No more procrastinating..." I mean really, do we honestly need the guilt and pressure?

I am willing to submit that the people who make the most change in their life are the ones who didn't mandate the change. They had a goal, and worked toward it. They sought out support on their terms... and when they fell shy of their mark they got up and tried again. And I am willing to bet...they liked themselves the old way too.

Trust me, I am far from perfect. I don't eat right, don't exercise enough, and I love my hair weaves and wigs. I can be loud, quirky, and just plain rude when the situation calls for it. I am working on making better decisions and getting healthy. But it isn't because I want to be this new person. I just happened to finally realize the old me is pretty awesome... and that's made all the difference. Let's see how far this all goes.