2018: a brand-new year, only used a couple of days,
still has that hopeful smell. January is a time of new beginnings, a calendar
full of fresh pages. It’s that time of year when I am chocked full of good
intentions and eager to put them into practice. Early in January anything seems
possible and my list of resolutions can be impressive—I plan to be a much
better person; one that leaps tall buildings in a single bound, fits into the
jeans she wore in 1979---San Francisco Riding Gear if you must know, SIZE SEVEN;
a person who-- while working tirelessly for world peace-- still finds time to
be kind to small animals and whose junk drawers are an enviable example of
organization. Basically, a human unicorn—something that is nice to think about
but probably doesn’t exist. But in January, all seems possible. Perhaps it is
the leftover Magic of Christmas that is still spicing the air, I don’t really
know why, but I do know it’s way too easy to get carried away and make rash
resolutions.
My true resolutions don’t usually come to light until
about mid-month, it seems to take me about that long to narrow down what it is
I truly want to change/accomplish. Interesting side note: STOP PROCRASTINATING
has never made my resolution list—just never got around to it, I suppose.
I spend time in January thinking about what I like,
what I want and what I can do to make that happen. If I jump in too early I
find that what I think I want or want to change, isn’t the actual problem. For
example: one thing I’d like to do is “Go to Yoga”. It would seem simple to set
that as my goal. But after spending time reflecting I find out that “Yoga
Going” isn’t really the issue. The issue is WHY I don’t go. Yoga starts at 9 am
on Tuesday morning. Tuesday morning is also deadline day for this column. If
you know me at all, you can already see where the problem might lie. Turns out,
my TRUE New Year’s Resolution needs to be less “go to yoga” and more “write
Garden Gate BEFORE Tuesday morning.” Yoga going will follow as soon I solve the
procrastination problem.
And I will.
Soon. I just need some time to think about it first. In the mean
time my junk drawer is
alphabetized—which means I now refer to it as my Drawer, with Junk: A through Z.
Happy New Year!
♥
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