I always end the year by writing about my accomplishments, failure, regrets, and resolutions.
I never write any resolutions, but last year I resolved to learn how to cook.
Remember that? I got sick 2x in 60 days. I pulled an abdominal muscle from throwing up. I’m not kidding. I do have abdominal muscles.
Anyway, I never learned how to cook. And if I’m being 100% honest, I never plan on learning how to cook. WTF? LFR doesn’t cook. I got married to a sweet man with excellent culinary skills so I would never have to cook.
I’m back to my normal plans of doing what I want when I want … but I do support resolutions that come from an authentic, honest place.
For example, I resolved to get my life in order on December 31, 2006.
And I did it.
But the resolution didn’t just begin on January 1, 2007 and end on December 31, 2007. It began with help from others. I needed an intervention. I needed to get out of human resources, I needed to get my anxiety under control, and I needed to start taking better care of my body.
That was just year 1.
Now I realize that the commitment to take better care of myself — and be a better person — begins anew every morning of every day for the rest of my life.
Pfffft. I won’t lie. Some days are better than others. But if you want to make a resolution that sticks, surround yourself with a support network and be prepared to upend everything.
Love you guys. Have a great new year and make good choices.