New Year Me



I need tweaking.  Not Tweeting, I tried that and it just didn't stick.  Really, I was just crushing on the cute little birdie icon!  I need reflection.  I need to keep me in motion--moving towards the best possible version.  So, let me offer you entirely too much information, 'cause I'm friendly like that..unless we're in line at the grocery store, then its just creepy. 


1.  I start too many projects.  Which is good.  It'd be better if I finished too many projects, too.  They give birth to each other.  Which is just peachy.  But, I've slacked on my trusty stay-on-tasks list making resulting into sections of the house covered with projects.  GOAL:  I will not complain about having so much to do.  It is a blessing, not a burden.  

 2.  Monday used to be my designated day for washing clothes.  I'd have dirty clothes piled up..eww.  So now, I wash as soon as I have a full load, regardless of what the calendar says.  To save myself time--Merry Christmas to me--I am not going to hunt for dirty clothes.  If the clothes are not in the hamper to get washed, I am assuming they don't need washing.  I like playing hide and seek with the kiddies but not with dirty clothes and dishes!!  (do i sound like a disgruntled homemaker?  lol--I'm not.  I'm just a gal that values her time!)  GOAL:  Treat myself, the way I want to be treated, or pay myself for maid services.

3.  Staying in pjs all day is lovely.   Staying in pjs all day is not so lovely while fielding questions about homeschooling when greeting drop-in, pamphlet giving strangers.  GOAL:  Wear actual clothes all day, like a real grown-up.  (I have a feeling I'm gonna regret this one!)
 
4.  I get more accomplished in my kitchen if I wear clod hoppers or high heels.  I can reach the top shelfs easier, although jumping like a crazed bunny to tip the glass off the high shelf and catch it as it hurdles toward the ceramic tile floor, is far more entertaining.  GOAL:  Wear shoes while running in circles of my life.  (I'm gonna regret this, too.  I live to be barefoot!  I'm starting to doubt my resolve.  Um, what if I don a pair of those butt-leg toning shoes?  Those look fun-tastic.  har har)

5.  Quality is infinitely more important than quantity; friends for example.  Exceptions:  dessert when a sweet tooth demands attention and boob size.  Yeah, I said it.  We ladies know its true.  Boobs matter and the bigger the better.  I will forever be proud of breastfeeding my children 18 months each.  I did it solely for their health benefit.  Having 'bam' bouncy boobs was a nice perk.  GOAL:  Acceptance and peace with one's "stuff".
 
6.  I am going to buy everyone in the entire house the same socks.  Yeah, maybe the socks will be too big on some and too little on others, but at least I won't have to sort and search for matches.  GOAL:  Gain, collectively, 5 days of freedom and an infinite amount of sanity.
 
7.  I will not scrape another plate or bowl if it belongs to another adult.  Its another gift to myself.  If one reaches adulthood and hasn't mastered this skill, I think a "do-over" may be in order.  Or a garbage disposal.  Or, a billy goat to lick the plates.  GOAL:  Totally drop my green-ness, buy paper plates and chuck chunks of food and leftovers smack into my plastic bag wearing plastic garbage bin and tell the future "good luck!"  K, seriously,  um, GOAL:  Put dirty plates on top of scattered dirty clothes, making a statement and have my family beg for forgiveness.  Now, THATS a goal. 
 
8.  The dollar store universal remote works just as well, and lasts just as long, as the universal remote purchased from high end stores.  The gravitational pull's greater when I'm involved.  Thankfully, so far, this applies just to my...hands.  GOAL:  Lobby Congress to make all things Shatter Proof--lets call it the Mamabear Bill.  
 
 9.  When I was a kid, I used to save special candies and special gifts, for special occasions. GOAL:  Treat, everyday as a special occasion.  Use the good china, I say!  Or, as in my case, the fancy stoneware...lol
 
10.  Growing up I was told, "If you want it to las,t take care of it."   I so agree.  I try to apply that to everything in my life..and not just things, but relationships--with myself, with others, with the weird guy that stares too long.  However, this motto has left me knee deep in sentimental mementos.  Minus a gutted ex-boyfriend pound puppy.  Yeah, it was wrong, but dang it felt so right at the time!  lol  My solution:  Take pictures of the item.  Write about the item and store both in a "forever box"--digital or old timey wooden cedar chest, yaknowshatimean.  Then, give the actual memory/item to someone else.  This way I can "remember the feeling" without needing an endless supply of boxes to store it in!  This, by far, is my biggest personal challenge..my biggest quirk that begs attention.  I just don't want to forget, ya know?  And when I do, I rather forget pain than something that triggers a smile.  GOAL:  Stop being such a weirdo.
 
11.  I realized when I caught my kids trying to sneak, that my parents must of known much more of my shenanigans than they let on too.  And, uh, thats kinda embarrassing.  Or, maybe I really did get away with a lot more.  But, who am I to bring up incriminating evidence, now?  That would be plain silly!  GOAL:  Let some Sneaky slide.   
 
12.  If its easier for me to remember the negative things said about me, than I suppose the real answer to, "is the glass half empty or half full" question isn't my stock reply, "it depends on the subject" --its, actually,"half empty".  GOAL:  Trust more, in myself and the unknown. 
 
13.  I spend my day searching for a true laugh.  Make me laugh and I'll love you for life.  Make me laugh at myself, I will laugh and pout, decide you're probably right, and then love you for life.  GOAL:  Loving everyone is wonderful.  Hugging complete strangers, not so much.  Curb my free love ways.  
 
 
 
So this new year, I'm letting go of the irks and aggravations, the hurt and confusion and embrace the many blessings surrounding me. 

During 2010, may you breathe in love daily ...and laugh so hard you spit out your drink...just not through your nose, 'cause that would be gross.  haha

 

Happy New Year!!


Melinda

P.S.  now, i want a billy goat.
 

 
 
 

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