I made New Year Resolutions when I was a kid, and I was horrible at keeping them. After stopping the tradition I began feeling empty and lost in January. So . . .
This year I’m putting together a list of things to work on to improve my Attitude, Spiritual Growth, and Health, (both physical and mental). This will be one doozy of a list, so I will be writing it for the rest of the year. I will publish the list on Dec. 31st.
I think it would be really cool if y’all could help me out by submitting suggestions or ideas that helped you to make changes in your personality.
Fill in the form, then submit. It’s that simple.
I thank you in advance!
♥ TTFN ♥
While waiting for the crystal ball to drop last night, my family had a Back to the Future marathon. It had been some time since I watched the three classics and I laughed my butt off – not figuratively, which is unfortunate.
In the second movie, the time machine went into the far future – the year 2015. Whoa! Wait a minute. That’s NEXT year.
When Marty McFly went back to 1955 the first time, I was 27 years old. A single working mom who could barely think past the next weekend, let alone into the future. The year 2015 was a science fictional number to me, not a year I would likely experience myself. I did not bother to do the math, that’s how far away it seemed.
Now 2015 is around the corner. If 2014 passes as quickly as 2013 did, then we are practically there already!
So… where are the hover boards and flying cars? Houses that speak to you? The scenery channel? If the police find you passed out in an alley do they take you home? Would re-hydrated food disks taste right? Could all this happen by next year?
But I think that’s a good thing, since I’m having enough difficulty keeping up with the changes as it is.
How about YOU? 😉
Today is New Year’s Day. I refuse to make a list of resolutions. I disappoint myself when I do not execute them perfectly, and I have enough trouble thwarting depression as it is – I don’t need to set myself up.
I would like to begin 2011 not bogged down with guilt. Guilt for not being as organized, as adventurous, as fearless, as intelligent, as fabulous and as gorgeous -as I want to be. I want to be content and accepting of myself. I am tired of never being good enough.
If you don’t get what I’m talking about – then you are blessed. You probably don’t need a therapist, or a support group either. I would hate you, except I am too exhausted from hating myself.
Oops – did I say that out loud? On the Internet?
Last year I would have erased this revelation, or deleted the entire post. This year I will give myself permission to be flawed. I will accept my imperfectness. No more pretending to be sane, or otherwise, for the sake of appearances.
Hmmm. That sounds familiar…