Here’s something I’ll bet you didn’t know:
If you don’t complete a New Year’s resolution before midnight on December 31st, it’s totally legal to roll it over to the next year.
Which is great for me because I’ve been working on burping the entire alphabet for about twelve years now.But I do have some fresh ones for 2019.
The majority of people do not get out of bed in the morning hoping to hurt and cause harm to their fellow humans. Most actions, regardless of repercussion, make perfect sense to those committing them. I need to always keep this in mind. I will strive to be more understanding and forgiving.On the flip side, I need to consider the consequences of my actions. Before I let rip with a one-liner which is hilarious in my head, I must put myself in the other’s shoes, and determine how that witticism would impact my feelings.
I will try to remember that an entire party-size bag of Utz dark russet chips is more than one serving. A Cook-out milkshake isn’t the AMA’s recommend method for women to get their calcium. And no matter how hard I wish, frosting is not a food group.I need to speak much less and listen more. There is no telling what truths and wisdoms I never heard because what I wanted to say had to be said immediately. How many people were there that needed me to just shut up and receive the trust of which they felt I was worthy? How many moments of intimacy and human connection did I damage or destroy because I thought my words were more important than theirs?I promise to regularly venture outside my comfort zone. At least three times in the coming year I will read books from unfamiliar numbers of the Dewey decimal system. I will sample more than ten new foods. Listen to unfamiliar musical genres and watch movies that I would not normally see. And, each month try an increasingly spicy dish.
I will do things that scare me. Like wear mixed patterns or purple lipstick. I’ll rock sequins or sparkle during the day (but not both at the same time, I’m not Liberace for heaven’s sake). I’ll leave the house in heels with no back-up flats. I’ll buy a bathing suit and wear it at the appropriate public venue.I will acknowledge that my judgement is not superior to the rest of the planet. No more lessons, lectures, or pointing out the errors of the ways of my fellow man. On a related note, I am also not the hall monitor of the world. If it’s not hurting anyone, what other folks do is none of my business. Although, I do reserve the right to point and laugh—discretely.
I’ll accept that I am not the world’s leading authority on anything or anyone except myself. And I still get me wrong on a regular basis.
I will try to be a bit more careful when playing with Crowley, my 110-pound Akita puppy who’s built like a tank. My goal is to eliminate all black eyes and busted lips, and vastly reduce my number of concussion protocols.And finally, be more grateful. For everything. For the good things in my life; but that’s easy. I want to be grateful for the tough things in my life, because those are the things that temper the soul, make us stronger, and give us confidence once on the other side.
In that vein, Gentle Reader, I want to make sure that each and every one of you know how very, very much I deeply appreciate you, and your time.