Actually, I began my New Year’s resolutions early. One of them was get up at 7 AM! Don’t turn off alarm!
That one works best, I think, if I translate it into the old adage early to bed and early to rise. It certainly is healthier, although I have my doubts that it will make me wealthy and wise anytime soon–
In any case, bearing all that in mind, and knowing I had nobody to kiss at midnight except Blackadder, who hates kisses (sigh), I was tucked in and lights out by 11:45 PM and up at 7:04 AM. Not bad for a beginning, huh?
As for others:
To cook more; learn more recipes for entrees, and eat more fruits and vegetables.
To finish my cleaning project. It’s been in its agonal stages long enough. Let’s put the sucker out of our mutual misery.
Keep a crochet journal. Preferably with pictures. Even though I may have to sketch the pics for a while.
Sing more. Dance a lot. Laugh a lot. Cry a little.
(I sing fairly well and–drama queen that I am–laugh and cry a lot, but it’s time to shut the waterworks down to a trickle lest I flood my world. Having said which, though, if you’ve ever seen me dance, you’d realize that is major.
Take an occasional risk. It’s stamped on my forehead, honestly: World’s Biggest Wimp. When it comes to taking risks, I am. I may start small–like sending somebody totally off the wall a Facebook friend request (this would not be an issue if the dude allowed subscribers)–but it could make life more interesting!
My major resolutions, though, have to do with what seems to be my real passion, if not vocation, in life: writing.
So: I have resolved to spend two hours a day developing a number of story ideas that I’ve had bouncing around my brain–some for donkey’s years–to full length. As it happens, I have a couple of hours–between 2 PM and 4 PM–when there’s not much else going on; Mom’s in between breathing treatments then, we’ve had lunch, and by getting up on schedule I can have my housework done by then.
I will keep up my blog, of course; I’m too big an egotist to give it up. However, I will be posting new stuff only one or occasionally two days a week, on Wednesdays and one other day as the spirit moves me.
Except of course for October, when we will embark on Faire’s Fifth Annual 31 Days of Halloween, if the good Lord’s willin’ and the creek don’t rise, as Ol’ Hank used to say.
Now let’s see how many of these I can keep. 😀
Happy New Year, y’all– ❤