I tried to do it. I tried to be zen. I tried to be realistic. I tried not to go with a mantra rather than a resolution. But apparently, that doesn’t work for me. My life doesn’t provide me enough external structure to help me pull out of my post-holiday rut so I have to provide it for myself. I don’t have a job. I don’t have a boss. So screw all that zen, self-affirming stuff. I need something more specific.
So. I resolve to:
- Keep up with this blog, creating consistent and entertaining content so that it might gain a following.
- Keep up with my Etsy store, figuring out how to make it into a real business.
- Work on my novel at least five hours a week.
- Start running again, building up my resistance so that I can run at least one 5k and possibly a 10k by the end of the year.
- Get my kids involved in educational activities with other children, including music classes and sports.
- Increase the boy’s therapy time for various delays, finding the right therapists for him.
- Keep better track of my finances so such things won’t break the bank.
- Organize and schedule my housekeeping efforts and get the boy more involved in chores.
- Freshen up my French skills.
- Organize a daily art project for the kids. (And yes, coloring counts–just not every day.)
- Learn at least three more chords on my guitar.
- Try to get the boy interested in yoga.
- Eat salad as often as possible.
And if you think that’s a long list, you should read the one scrolling through my head.