All this talk about resolutions has me thinking I should make one. And we all know peer pressure can be such a bitch. I mean, no joke, I actually started to ponder whether or not I was becoming a little morally bankrupt or overly complacent because I couldn't think of anything I wanted to 'resolve' to do better, or differently this year. I'm in a really good place. But the truth is, New Year's resolutions just aren't my thing. I'm not saying I'm perfect, by any means. I've just never jumped on the New Year's resolution bandwagon.
Well, minus last year, when I attempted to give this whole resolution thing a shot for the first time.
I vowed, simply, to take better care of myself. I reasoned that by taking better care of myself, I would in turn be better at taking care of the people I love most. Sweet, right? I had good intentions. And I tried. But I didn't exactly knock this one out of the park. I ate a little better ... sometimes. I found my way to the gym ... recently. I made time for myself ... here and there. Generally speaking, I did find the balance I was so desperately hoping to find, but it wasn't because it was my New Year's resolution.
I have always put my husband and Linden first. I know that's fairly common, but I also know that there has to be a healthy balance. Last season, I was too busy making sure everyone else was okay that I forgot to take care of myself. I needed to figure my shit out. Lock it up, ya know?
So I did.
But my motivation was my marriage. My sanity. Not some irrational fear that I might not be able to tell everyone that I kicked my resolution's ass.
I mean, why should I resolve to do better now? Why not six days ago? Or on November 22? Or July 16? If we are going to resolve to do better, to be better, shouldn't we do it every day? I get that it's a new year, and for many people that means a clean slate, but in all honesty, with our lifestyle, it almost makes more sense to make some sort of resolution every August as we depart on our next big hockey adventure in God-only-knows-where.
New city. New people.
That's my new year, really.
That's my proverbial clean slate.
So no resolutions for this chick. I am just going to keep doing what I have been doing ... deciding to be happy.
Because being happy is good for my health.