I've never looked at New Year's Day as a chance to really change myself or my life. The most common New Year's resolutions don't make much sense to me. When you live in Wisconsin on January 1st the last thing on your mind is "exercise more!" when you're huffing and sweating while shoveling out your driveway. Heck, just putting on the five layers of clothes to leave your house provides a moderate work-out. "Lose weight!" doesn't spring to mind either when you rely on every ounce of body fat to help insulate you when the temperatures drop below zero. "Read more!"--seriously? WTF do you think we're doing in January when it's freaking cold outside and the nights are 5 hours longer? "Eat better" doesn't bring a body comfort on a cold winter night. Absolutely nothing about winter makes me crave a salad or fresh fruit. I'm all Bring on the grilled cheese and tomato soup and hot cocoa with a big dollop of whipped cream STAT!
Nope. No resolutions here. But goals? We've got plenty of those. Every year I make a list of what I'd like to accomplish. Last year I set a goal of bringing Team Testosterone to 4 cultural events. We went to a couple museums, heard some live music and saw a play. I added that to my list again. Since I'm CEO of their lives until they figure out how to flush toilets and turn off light switches, I've decided to commandeer a few other things, too. Mr. T's going to complete at least 3 of his required (and remaining 4) merit badges to become an Eagle Scout. No matter how much he whines and digs in his heels, I'm forcing his hand on this one. He's come too far to not finish. Also, I've pumped up a basketball and set it below the kitchen counter. If Mr. B and Mr. G want to play, they're going to become good ball handlers and I'm requiring 5-10 minutes of daily dribbling. It's going to be a loud year around here between the basketball pounding my kitchen tile and Mr. T griping about fulfilling his merit badge requirements.
In addition to my goals as a mother, I've added some other categories to help me make the most of 2013. On the home front: fix the doorbell, paint 2 upstairs bedrooms and (with my dad's help) construct a fence around the potager. On the writing front: release Whipped, Not Beaten via Kindle, wrap up revisions of my fishing novel and shop it to some regional presses, tidy up You'll Have That and bring it to the Screw Iowa Writers Workshop this summer so we can make it fabulous. On the personal development front: run a 5K, compete in 1 karate tournament (even if I die of embarrassment and my face turns as red as my pants), ratchet up my prayer time. And on the just for the fun of it front: travel to Virginia to meet Jen on the Edge, Patience Crabstick, Becky and anyone else living in, near or around that neck of the woods.
I've no resolve to change myself, but I've got plans for the next 364 days. Spill it, reader. What will you DO this year?