I am a resolutions kind of girl, really. But I like to come up with my own goals and resolutions rather than have them shoved down my throat and flood my inbox in all caps and too many exclamation points.
I get it, corporate America. You'd like to see me finally get organized this year. Well, me too. And you'd like to offer me a discount on the bins, totes, baskets and shelving systems that will do the trick. Well, thanks, but it's going to take more than that.
Also, I have more coupons than I can count for gym equipment and herbal supplements so I can "finally lose the weight" and thanks, by the way, for noticing that I keep recycling the same pounds I lose, gain, lose and gain again.
Commercialized resolutions seem to include getting healthier and transforming into thinner, more organized, calmer, happier versions of ourselves. No one says, hey! This year how about I really have that meltdown I've been edging toward all these years? No one says, you know, this year will be the year I enjoy gaining another 20 pounds to keep the rest of the weight company.
Who doesn't want to be happier, calmer, healthier, and what the hell, saner?
The question is, coupons aside, what would it take for you to have those things? It's a personal question worthy of some contemplation.
Off the top of my head I know I want to:
Write more, worry less.
Complain less, celebrate more
Find a way to make cooking more enjoyable and exercise less hideous
Get grounded in God
Stop apologizing for my ambitions and keep reaching for them.
That kind of thing. What I really resolve to do is spend January getting focused on my goals and HOW I can accomplish (or work toward) them this year instead of rattling off a list that looks a lot like last year's, and the year before …