If you look around the blogosphere today, you’ll see two distinctly different camps: those setting resolutions and helping you to set and meet your own, and those telling you why resolutions are useless and what you should do instead.
Me? I suppose I’m in the resolution camp, and always have been. I love the clean slate feeling of a new year, the hope that springs from a simple date on the calendar (I also buy lottery tickets on a regular basis). Please ignore the fact that I never actually keep any of my resolutions. On January 1st, there is a chance that something will change.
Which is ironic, really, because everything is constantly changing, especially for those of us who have children. My daughter turned 2 a couple of weeks ago, so there are sure to be numerous, large changes for her and therefore us this year (chief among them is potty training!).
But it’s a chance to hope, and to start, and to pick something to aim at, and that is a good feeling.
So my resolutions, my goals for this year (in no particular order):
1. Finish writing a novel. I’d like to have it ready and even submitted for publication by the end of the year, but even if I’m still in the editing mode I’ll be happy just having written it to the end.
2. Lose 60 pounds. I have more to go than this, but I’m trying to be reasonable. 60 pounds is more than 1 pound per week, and it will put me under (or at least right at–depends on the day) 200.
3. Run an entire 5k. This has been on my to-do list for a few years now, and I haven’t made it yet. I want this year to be the year I finally do it.
Other things I want to do this year, but that aren’t exactly resolutions/goals include learning and modeling healthy eating habits for my family, continue to remodel/decorate/organize. our house, and grow a garden.
What do you want to do this year?