I can’t believe 2016 is almost over. My Year of Risking Dangerously is almost at an end – and for the most part, unchanged since I last checked in at the end of August. (Well, with the exception of Sasquatch’s appearance. However, he doesn’t count exactly as a risk.)
Anyhow, since it is practically Thanksgiving (HOW HAS THIS HAPPENED?!), it has gotten me thinking about 2017 and what I would like my word or phrase to live by for next year to be.
Yes, yes. These clichés are annoying when you see them as memes and repeated ad nauseam on Facebook, but hey. Who cares?
It can be useful.
So this year, I think I did a reasonably OK job and got myself a C in my year of Risk. (I am totally ok with this passing grade, BTW. I have to say it because I am trying to be more gracious with myself.)
And even if I am not entirely satisfied that I did all that I could, I still ended up doing more than what I would have.
Does that even make sense at all?
Anyway.Last week, I was complaining to Dr. T about my inability to adult again (eg: paying medical bills on time, going through mail, cooking for the family, taking care of my responsibilities) and though she said I should cut myself some slack since I just had a baby (yay, baby!), she also said, (and I quote), that I just had to “suck it up.”
And so, after much thought, I have decided that 2017 is going to be The Year of Sucking It Up (aka: The Year of Being a Grown Up).
What does that mean, exactly?
Welp, there are a lot of things that I have been wanting to do for myself and for the family but have been too lazy and procrastinaty to do. And really, the only thing for it is to just do them.
So then. Here are my goals (thus far) for 2017:
1) Take family and personal health seriously.
What does that look like concretely?
Cook at least 5 meals a week.
My kids are currently 1/3 chicken nugget, 1/3 pizza, and 1/3 whatever. I know eating and health habits are established when people are young humans. I would like my children to not have sludge for blood.
Be active once a week.
Yes, yes. Weak sauce. But currently one time more than I am doing currently. And let’s be real. I set a real low bar on the activity scale. This will do for me.
Wash face and brush teeth twice daily.
Omg. This is mortifying that this even has to be a goal. But, um, yeah. I will attempt to be a kempt human.
Perhaps I should also add “Brush hair daily.”
Seriously. I have problems.
Take vitamins and supplements.
My body is falling apart. This could be a problem if I want to be alive to see my grandchildren.
Go to sleep when the kids sleep at least 4 nights a week.
Because I have a newborn. And I homeschool. And I have four children.
I really shouldn’t be staying up late playing Two Dots or reading or writing or watching TV or Facebooking because lack of sleep makes me really, really grouchy.
No texting while driving.
Yeah. I know. I am a horrible human being.
2) Take my responsibilities as a grown up seriously.
This is sad that it even needs to be a goal. But be that as it may, these are the practical ways in which to manifest this “easy” goal.
Pay bills, go through mail, do shit (eg: insurance reimbursements, opening accounts, any outstanding administrative tasks) ONCE a week.
I would add more but FFS, this is enough to kill me.
This actually should cut down on clutter (I am looking at YOU, dining table piled with paper).
Whatever I want to write – to WRITE. I did a good deal of it this year, I plan to continue it next year.
This, of course, includes publishing an ebook by end of Q1. (Since I have totally put it off because I am lazy. I am 95% done. Just need to act like a big girl and do it.)
It also includes writing for my blog (and perhaps other people’s blogs). I have tabled my goal of being internet famous for now. (Don’t get any ideas that I am somehow less narcissistic. I am just succumbing to the reality of NEW BABY.)
Will I be able to do this? Who knows? But Dr. T says to imagine how much happier I will be if I do end up doing some or all of these things.
I am reminded of something I read on Wil Wheaton’s blog: Do one thing that will make your future self happy.
Seems unnecessarily complicated regarding time travel, but the sentiment resonates.
So, off we go, hurtling towards the future, one inevitable second at a time. If I even accomplish half of my goals, I will still be better than where I started.
Who’s with me? What are you hurtling towards for 2017?