Tuesday, January 3, 2017
2016 has been a year, hasn’t it?
What kind of year, I am not certain, but it has been a year. One that I am happy to put in the books. If you have read my blog in the past, you know that I avoid resolutions like I avoid people in the grocery store. I loathe resolutions, because they are just taunting you, willing you to shatter them on the sidewalk.
But 2017 might be different. 2016 feels like the filthy black snow piled up on roadsides at the end of winter, and 2017 feels hopeful and shimmery, fresh-fallen snow glittering in the morning sun. I do believe I am going to mix it up and make some resolutions this time around. The other way, avoiding them, did not seem to work out so well, so I am going to try something new.
Now for the resolving. The resolutions.
I resolve to get off of Facebook. Not in a melodramatic “Message me if you don’t want me to unfriend you” way, but I am going to take it off of my phone and tuck it away on a regular basis.
I resolve to move my arse more often. This isn’t a resolution to lose twenty pounds or be bikini-ready. The last year was an awful one, physically, and I recognize what a gift being able to be physically active is. Whether I snowshoe or run, hike the Incline or walk my thyroid-challenged Pug, I am going to move as much as I can. Plus, more movement means more guilt-free tacos, and that is a wonderful thing, my friends.
I resolve to seek out joy. I intend to spend more time with the people I adore, to seek out like-minded people, and surround myself with sunshine. More rain on my face so I can glimpse the rainbows. More nights under the stars to remind me of miracles. More time with my kids, whether it is in a loud arcade or getting pedicures. More cream in my coffee, and more moments that fill my heart.
I resolve to let go of the things. You know, the things. Worrying about that which I have zero control over. Sucking my stomach in to fit in those ridiculous jeans from too long ago. The people who are not good for me. Anger over past transgressions, and sadness over losses. The stacks of paperback books that I might maybe possibly read again someday. The underwear that lost its elastic an embarrassingly long time ago. Money owed to me that will never be paid. I am realising that letting go is different than stuffing down or abandoning, and I am going to make it a priority so that I can get to more of the joy resolution above.
I resolve to be present. In our world of connectedness, I feel so disconnected from my people. Even though I knew what you ate for lunch or where you checked in for a movie, I have not picked up a phone and called you or invited you over for a glass of wine. This was a huge mistake in 2016, and I am going to be present moving forward. No checking my Twitter, looking at my email, tracking my steps, or mindlessly scrolling through Facebook. I am going to spend that time connecting- so if I call you, pick up the phone. If we meet for coffee, or you come over for dinner, the phone is going to be put away so I can be present with you- because you are amazing and many times better than any Buzzfeed listicle.
There. Resolving. Making resolutions. I think I got this. January 1st, I am starting off with spiked hot chocolate topped with full-fat whipped cream, and following it up with a well-placed curse word and some carbs because life is too short and too precious for those silly sorts of resolutions.
Peace and love and extra whipped cream, buttercups. xx
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