I am not making any New Year’s Resolutions. Every time I think I am going to do this or that to improve my life or myself, I don’t do it. This morning I wrote down a simple list of a very few goals for the week. I got home from work, sat down on the couch and commenced to whine.
Actually, I did not whine. I chatted with my husband. We watched a couple of episodes of Dateline we had on DVR, during which time I crocheted and Steven cooked dinner. I even paused one episode long enough to take a shower, so I don’t stink (at least not literally, no promises about being a stinker). Oh, I also wrote in the TV Journal this morning and started writing a letter, both of which were on my list.
Gee, that’s not so bad. The only thing I did not do was a load of laundry. What am I beating myself up for? Look, I’m even making my blog post, a task I have recently had problems with. Let us not go overboard with this, “I’m such a hopeless wreck” stuff.
Still, it might be a good idea to stick with my No Resolutions resolution. You see how easily I can turn a simple list of goals into self disdain. Maybe I should make a resolution not to do that any more. Waaaaait a minute!