It’s a new year — a time to start fresh and begin a new chapter. I guess that’s why so many people feel compelled to make resolutions. They resolve that this year they’re gonna do things differently; this year they’re gonna do things better. They’re gonna work out more or eat healthy or quit drinking or quit smoking. Sadly, many of these promises are broken before January even gets off the ground. And this, my friends, is why I don’t really do resolutions.
I tried to explain this whole concept to my kids last night after my husband turned them loose with cans of silly string in my kitchen (he most certainly didn’t get any late-night action from me after that stupid little stunt). Anywho, I asked my little peeps if they wanted to make any New Year’s resolutions to be better about doing something over the next twelve months. My daughter said she wanted to be better about remembering to make her bed every day — a commendable enough goal, I thought. My son, however, just sat there pondering. I finally offered a suggestion that perhaps he might like to be a better listener, since I often wonder if the kid has a hearing problem, given his lack of response to me 99.9% of the time. He thought about this idea for a minute and then said, “Nah, that’s WAY to hard.” At least he’s honest.
As for me, I would rather make a promise to myself that I know I can actually keep. So, rather than saying I’m gonna give up wine (which would be ridiculous since I am a stay-at-home mom, after all) or that I’m gonna give up swearing (cause shit, who would I be kidding?), I’d rather try to make a point of doing something more practical. This year, I’m gonna make it a point of saying “I LOVE YOU” to the people that matter most to me every single day. If 2009 did nothing else for me, it proved to me that life is precious and ridiculously short, and family and friends are what it’s all about. So, here’s to 2010 — may it be healthy and happy for each and every one of you!