It just seems that every year, there is such a build up to this one day. All the important things have to be finished by New Year's, and so much emphasis is put on new beginnings and New Year's resolutions. Not to mention that whole "kiss at midnight" thing. Talk about pressure.
Three years ago, I was sitting in the Atlanta airport, where I had voluntarily given up my seat on an overbooked flight. It was the split second choice that changed my life, because it was the night I met my husband. So you'd think this would be a happy anniversary for me, but it's not. Today I can feel every last one of the 6,000 miles between us, and it breaks my heart.
It is a shame that my year has to end like this, spent eating leftovers and drinking my weight in champagne. Because I've had a darn good year. Sure, I still haven't finished college, and, despite my friends quite often being on their second or third child, I have lost half my hair to the fertility battle and am still childless. But I've been to several new countries, lost 20 pounds, started piano lessons, and learned the wonders of a Brazilian bikini wax. Not a bad haul for new experiences.
On top of it all, I had a fantastic Christmas. I got to visit Jere's family and really enjoyed it, then picked up my mom and sister and had a week with them all to myself. Of course, I wish Jere had been here to share it, but that's the way this life goes.
So, in glorious New Year's tradition, here is my list of resolutions.
-lose 30 pounds. And just so I don't waste food, I now have three hours to eat the contents of my junk food drawer.
-finish learning the 6 Clementi sonatinas. And if the 31st comes next year and I still haven't done it, I will burn the book.
-make new friends, and let go of some of the old ones who piss me off.
-eat one baby carrot a day.
-start doing manly pushups instead of the girly ones.
-stop using the word "fuck" outside of the privacy of my own home.
-remember to send out everyone's birthday card.
-have more sex, because I sure have missed it this past year. I can hear my husband rejoicing.
-drink at least two full glasses of water a day.
-take myself on a date once a week. I need to stop neglecting me.
-remember to take my meds everyday.
-make my bed each morning.
-load the dishwasher each night.
-get pregnant. If I don't give myself the option of failure, it has to happen, right?
What about all of you? What are your resolutions? And what are your plans to help you stick with them? Anyone have some advice on how I can actually accomplish some of these?
Today's lesson: We only have so many years in our life. Unfortunately, it takes our birthday or a New Year to make us realize it and pledge to live better. Waste not, want not.