One of my friends posted something on Facebook about not believing in resolutions but believing in hope. Then he went on to say he hoped for this and that in 2012.
Naturally, because I am a ponderer, I began to think about this statement. There was just something unsettling about it. Maybe it was because I do believe in resolutions and tend to get over-defensive when people I know disagree with my views (I know, I'm working on that,) but then I realized there was something more to it.
Hope is so very passive while resolving is proactive. Saying you hope to be happy and hope to be healthy in the new year is like saying, 'well, it's what I want but if it doesn't happen, oh well, it wasn't meant to be.' But saying, 'I resolve to focus more time doing things for myself and I resolve to eat healthier and exercise more,' is taking control and actively improving your quality of life.
So, with this, of course I have resolutions. Primarily, to finally once and for all take of the remainder of my baby weight, or at least firm up some residual flab. Mama's got a cute, little, polka dot bathing suit she wants to show off in Vegas this May. I also need to get over my fear of doctors and get myself checked out because there is seriously something wrong with me medically that I can't even begin to describe because it's far too humiliating. Additionally, I would like to spend more quality time one on one with each of my children. When you have multiple kids, it's easy to do things all together as a family, but I want each of my children to have equal amounts of special alone time with me.
Oh, and I have made resolutions for each of my kids. Johnny needs to stop being so slow at everything he does. Andy needs to be less sensitive and not cry and much. And Benny needs to be potty-trained and lose the binkie. Amen.
And with that, Happy New Year, friends.
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