I enjoy making resolutions for the sole purpose that I enjoy the feeling of wiping the slate & calendar clean and starting again.
That said, resolutions can be a little bit tricky. They can make you feel horrible, especially if you make the same ones every year that don’t always come to fruition or stick around much longer than February. My friend Barefoot Foodie talked about it perfectly over here, and I would suggest everyone who feels that way about resolutions pop on over to see what she has to say.
This year I’ve decided I have one resolution and a few goals. Not one will be about a number on a scale or a dollar figure in my salary.
My resolution is to enjoy.
Enjoy the moment.
Enjoy the people.
Enjoy the memories.
I resolve not to be so worried about what is coming ahead that I miss the right now. I resolve to push longer on the treadmill, eat the dessert offered and share a good bottle of wine with my husband. I resolve to live in the now, to enjoy my life as it is, not as I wish it could be or it once was. Enjoyment means enjoying it all, and treating myself well physically and mentally.
My goals are more simple. I’d like to cut down on the clutter around the house, which I began by catharticly throwing out 873 pale pink lip glosses of varying age, brand and shimmer-factor. Now? Now I can buy a new lip gloss (just one) and actually enjoy it. I tossed old eye shadows and face powders and realized that if I only buy the things I wear and need, I can afford the lines I like (Bobbi Brown) and my drawer is much easier to navigate through. I’m weeding through clothes, our closet full of sporting goods and other odds and ends. I’d like to cut down on the extras so I can better enjoy what I have.
I’d also like to continue last year’s goal of being kind to our earth (I’ve been doing so well) and I want to increase the number of meals I make at home and rely on take-out less.
I will enjoy the weddings of dear friends, the moments with our dog and my husband’s sailing season.
I will enjoy our friends, our house and if we move, our new house.
I will finally replace the throw pillows on our couch and find a hallway rug and some napkin rings.
I will actually buy the steam mop I’ve been needing and wanting and quit using a hodge podge of four different microfiber doo-dads in a vain attempt to clean.
I will enjoy life. 2011, I’m coming for you.
2010, was, at a minimum, a much less turbulent than 2009 (the year of losing jobs, finding jobs, engagements, babies weddings & more) but has its own story and threads nonetheless.
In 2010 I had some wonderful achievements at work, even if my ultimate goal has yet to be realized.
We adopted a dog who has stolen our hearts, our pocketbooks and our relative sanity – all in 2010 alone.
In 2010 I got a new passport, with my new married name, and my husband and I went to Europe.
I celebrated my first wedding anniversary in 2010, complete with steak and red velvet cake.
2010 was the year we didn’t go home for Christmas, and instead stayed home for the holiday, just the two of us.
In 2010 some of my closest friends got engaged while others had beautiful babies.
We put more miles on the car and minutes on our cell phones. We had friends over and we stayed in to watch movies. We traveled- alone and together to foreign countries, New York City and California. I sailed, I rode my “new” bike and sent more emails than I ever thought imaginable. I started writing for another website and made a whole new group of friends.
I grew to love my husband, my family and friends more than I thought possible.
And I even let the damn dog sleep in the bed.
2010, I bid you farewell while I look to 2011 with hope – hope of more bike riding, travels and adventures. For professional development and a continued education in the world of good wine and better food. For more blog posts and creative writing and continued financial security. I plan on enjoying every carefree moment of 2011 while thanking the heavens for what I’ve already been given.
More than anything, I maintain hope that my disappointments of 2010 turn out to be unanswered prayers.
See you on the flip side darlings.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to come home from work today & throw my entire refrigerator out. It is the only viable solution to the current bio-hazard inside of it. I mean, sure, if you opened it you might notice the meticulous organization inside, and you might wonder why I have four jars of speciality preserves (buttery toast with jam is pretty much the best comfort food ever) (also, jam = gooooood) or the fact that it looks recently scrubbed. You would be correct on all fronts, i.e. it was just scrubbed, it is very organized and I do have a lot of delicious jam. You’d probably wonder why I have 3 cartons of eggs, but lets just chalk that one up to a meal planning fail and move right along, ok? (See also: B put a new carton of eggs behind the lobster box and it wasn’t appropriately counted for when making the last grocery list.)
Anyway. My fridge is a biohazard. Yesterday’s sudden plague (which has subsided to a smaller-scale odd, slightly woozy feeling) is obviously because I have contaminated by Death Cilantro in my crisper. I didn’t actually eat any cilantro yesterday, and I can’t confirm yet if my bundle is part of the recall (damn you new food recall regulations waiting to be signed by the President, I could really use you right about now) but I did rummage around in the crisper looking for a red pepper and I might have touched the cilantro in question and then chopped up my pepper and eaten it, and that salmonella is a really sneaky bastard from what I can tell. So obviously it could have jumped out of the bag, onto my hand, onto the pepper and into me. And seeing as how it jumps around everywhere I’m 101% sure said salmonella that might or might not be in my cilantro is hosting a party in my veggie crisper, which is a real shame considering there is a delectable bunch of peppers and cucumbers in there I was hoping to eat with some homemade hummus. Tragedy really.
Short of burning my house down, I’ve concluded that the only way of dealing with this is to throw everything in my fridge away and bleach the entire thing. BUT that sounds like a lot of work, and the dog has developed a habit of trying to nose around in the trash can and eat delectable “treats” (also known as lobster claws, mussel shells and other things he should not be eating because they are TRASH) and I’m worried that he will become poisoned. So. I’m just going to throw the entire appliance out.
Barring that, I figure at a minimum I should probably throw all my produce away. And wash the drawer out. And perhaps the leftover taco filling that has some of the cilantro in it.
And while I’m at it, I should probably toss all the baked goods that are cluttering my counter and begging me to eat them. In fact, I might be onto a fantastic new diet fad, i.e., contaminated food. Try it! You’ll love it!
Contaminated food: all the rage in 2011!
You might be aware that my Paid Time Off (PTO) at work expires at the end of every calendar year, and in an attempt to squeeze every minute of earned time out of my employer, I took my remaining 2.5 days last week.
Accordingly, I am out of vacation and/or sick time for the remaining week.
As such, I kindly ask that these sudden feelings of INSTANT DEATH, stomach-flu like swaying and general malaise subside immediately.
Very Truly Yours,