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I don't believe in making New Year's resolutions. I'm not against the principal of making them. In fact, I like the concept of resolutions. Resolutions are just goals and objectives, and I think it's a good idea to have goals. I just don't believe in setting them on January 1st. January 1st is just an arbitrary holiday. I set my resolutions up to coincide with my birthday, a personal New Year's day.
I know the business world suggests that goals be obtainable and quantifiable. Well, life is a work in progress, and its best qualities can't be totaled in a spreadsheet. Yes, I have some of these goals. I would like to keep my house cleaner. I could set up a schedule to clean it every room on a weekly basis; but, realistically, it's not going to happen, unless I stop sleeping at night.
I will work towards being a healthy person. Yes, this does mean the never-ending battle of losing weight, but its time to start viewing the battle differently. Eventually, I will win. It may be a few ounces at a time, but I will be victorious. It doesn't only mean losing weight, I want to eat properly and exercise. Not only will I read health/fitness magazines, but also I will start to learn from them and perhaps adopt good habits.
I'm going to learn to "listen to my body." Over the past couple of years, I have been listening, but not hearing. I get upset with my children when they don't hear me; I should get upset with myself for the same reason. I'm still going to push my body to its limits, but I'll do it judiciously. I may even take advantage of modern science. When I get a headache, I might grab an aspirin or two instead of suffering and thinking it will go away soon.
I am going to let my children experience life. My kids are precious, and as a result I tend to want to put them in a china cabinet and keep them from all harm. Both of my pregnancies were far from the textbook idea of normal. Believe it or not, it's hard to just bring children into this world, and keeping them in the world is just as hard. As a result, I tend to be overprotective of my kids. I know I have to stop hovering over them and watching their every move, or at least let them think I have stopped watching their every move. If Jasmine wants to go up to kids in the park, I need to let her because as she puts it "I just trying to make friendships." If Jane wants to jump off the couch, I need to stop diving over the coffee table to catch her.
I also need to be stricter with my kids. Placing limits on them, may hurt them in the short run, but in the end it will make them better people. Yes, there will be crying and I'm sure I'll hear those phases "I hate you," or "I don't know why I was ever born," I have to learn that they are just temporary feelings. The child will recover and life goes on, until the next crisis develops.
I am work on my relationship with my husband. I really do want to grow old with Jafar. There are times that I am busy and just brush him aside, so I can get something accomplished. So, I really do need to give Jafar some undivided attention. Of course, because he is a man, he will never get as much attention as he thinks he needs, but he does deserve a bit more than he does sometimes gets. In order to improve my relationship, I will take time to explain concepts to my husband, which are apparent to every woman alive, but has somehow escaped the male consciousness. Maybe, I'll even explain to him that "putting your dirty clothes inside the hamper gives the appearance of some orderliness to our bedroom," instead of saying "can't you lift the lid on the hamper?" I am even considering not attributing male stereotypes (such as lack of common sense) to Jafar. Notice, I'm only considering that option; I just know he will do some stupid guy thing, and I'll look him straight in the eye and say, "that's a stupid guy thing."
I'm sure twelve months from now; I will still be working on these objectives. Actually, I hope I am working on them fifty years from now.
February 29, 2000 |
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