Having reached the ripe old age of almost 50, I have become a bit opposed to the notion of resolutions. I understand the need to turn the page, change for the better, start anew -- in fact, I embrace it. It's just that it never seems to take! Every year, I vow (aloud or in secret) to lose weight, get organized, get out of debt, treat people better. And every year, I end up just about the same as I started -- fat, unorganized, in debt, and pissing people off without meaning to. Thus far, the only successful resolution I've ever kept was to floss.
Last year, I made no resolutions at all. And oddly enough, I did better towards achieving those recurring goals in '08 than in any year I can remember. I lost a few pounds and paid off some bills. I cleared out a lot of clutter in preparation for selling my house (which never happened, but that's another blog) But I managed to officially lose a friend last year, and I have no idea how that happened. We had drifted apart, to be sure, but I don't recall saying or doing anything offensive or friendship-ending. She, however, seems to recall otherwise. I've been equal parts sad, perplexed, and just plain pissed since this discovery. However, it has made me think that I need to be more mindful in tending to the relationships I have with the people that matter in my life.
My son will be getting married this year. There will be photos. I will be in them. That knowledge inspires me to lose weight more than any resolution ever will.
I want to sell my house this year, and buy a new one. That desire will inspire the debt-free and organized states of being I so crave yet never seem to quite attain.
And I turn 50 this year. I need all the friends I can get to get me through THAT, so hopefully I won't -- knowingly or unknowingly -- piss off any more friends.
Yeah, I know, those SOUND alot like resolutions, don't they? Oh well. Happy 2009!
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