So here were are again. Another year. Another set of resolutions. I heard a few days ago some self-help guru propose that people call them New Years Goals and not New Years Resolutions. I think I agree with this, b/c a goal implies something one can slowly work towards, it allows for ups and downs, for positives and negatives, for the possibility of failure and the probability of picking up the pieces. Resolution comes from resolve and it's too much of an absolute, at least for me. It sets up situations in black and white: either you succeed or you fail, there's no in-between. I need to know that I can fail and not give up. Isn't this a nice thing for you to think about too?
I started a list of goals and realize that I really have one: This year...
I Will Face My Fears
This is obviously an over-arching, all-encompassing, undoubtedly cheezy but nonetheless truthful goal that will take Herculean strength on my part to apply in my daily life, even to the smallest degree.
Last year THIS WAS MY LIST of resolutions for 2005. Since I was actually too afraid to set some real goals, I did the purely "un-Natalie" thing and decided to make a joke. Wow, shocking isn't it?
To launch this trend of owning up, I'm going to be bold enough to say that I'm counting days. I have started to count days before, but always in my head. Therefore when I failed, only I knew. And that's fine, b/c I didn't count.
I count. I count to a lot of people. Above all, I count to myself.
Here's to 2006. I spent the Eve with my parents at a restaurant. I was in bed by 2:30 am. It's the first New Year's day in about a decade that I'm not hung over. I exercised. I went to mass with my Mom. I've contacted people that I've fallen out of touch with and answered emails that have been sitting in my box for weeks and opened bills that I've been toting around with me all month. Face it baby.
Happy New Year to all my friends and strangers and cyber lurkers. I'm owning this year muthafucka. I hope you do too.
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