I may have mentioned before that I am not a fan of New Year’s resolutions. To me, trying to figure out what I want to accomplish in the upcoming year while a parade and a ton of football games are on, just doesn’t work. New Year’s Day is not a fresh start. It is the last holiday of the prior year’s holiday season. I want to eat pretzels and French onion dip and drink some greyhounds in my pajamas. Not go to the gym and eat a salad. I also don’t want to take a hard look at my finances, work situation and figure out what I am going to do for the rest of the year when I have holiday hangover.
Come to think of it, the whole month of January isn’t a time of reflection for me. Rolling into tax season, I end up spending my free time pouring through receipts and spreadsheets. February typically gets eaten up by doing the taxes. March becomes what I like to call my reality month. How much havoc have I reeked on my finances and my waist line? What do I want to do with my life this year?
Last year the beginning of the year was full of stress and financial mayhem. This year hasn’t gotten off to a perfect start, but compared to 2016, it has been a Sunday school picnic. Yet, instead of feeling rejuvenated and ready to take on the world after getting through everything, I have felt the opposite. Burned out and overspent. Looking forward to not leaving my house and sleeping, instead of doing fun and creative things, like singing and writing this blog. Even my beloved home projects have felt more like a chore than my favorite way to pass a weekend.
It would be easy to stop doing things and just take up binge watching. After all, I have been working two or three jobs my entire adult life. I don’t have Netflix and I have never seen a single episode of most of the hot shows. Other people ignore faded paint and clutter and just live in their house.
I confess I have considered it. I do find getting sleep a wonderful thing and I don’t want to go back to the four hour a night cycle of walking through the day not feeling anything but exhausted. Yet, giving up everything and just settling in on the sofa for the rest of my years? The couch is an endless option, but doing four sets in a short skirt and painting the living room the next morning isn’t. Not physically. Not mentally. Not realistically. Do I really want to look back twenty years from now and go, “Why did I stop living?’ I do not. I am certain I will look back on my years on earth with plenty of regrets. No need to add to them just because I went through a bumpy spell.
So I am calling April my spring forward month. Time to start moving and not just going through the motions. Time to get creative and find joy in the things I loved so much. Including getting back to the blog. I have changes I want to make, things I want to focus on.
So let the New Year begin!
Come to think of it, the whole month of January isn’t a time of reflection for me. Rolling into tax season, I end up spending my free time pouring through receipts and spreadsheets. February typically gets eaten up by doing the taxes. March becomes what I like to call my reality month. How much havoc have I reeked on my finances and my waist line? What do I want to do with my life this year?
Last year the beginning of the year was full of stress and financial mayhem. This year hasn’t gotten off to a perfect start, but compared to 2016, it has been a Sunday school picnic. Yet, instead of feeling rejuvenated and ready to take on the world after getting through everything, I have felt the opposite. Burned out and overspent. Looking forward to not leaving my house and sleeping, instead of doing fun and creative things, like singing and writing this blog. Even my beloved home projects have felt more like a chore than my favorite way to pass a weekend.
It would be easy to stop doing things and just take up binge watching. After all, I have been working two or three jobs my entire adult life. I don’t have Netflix and I have never seen a single episode of most of the hot shows. Other people ignore faded paint and clutter and just live in their house.
I confess I have considered it. I do find getting sleep a wonderful thing and I don’t want to go back to the four hour a night cycle of walking through the day not feeling anything but exhausted. Yet, giving up everything and just settling in on the sofa for the rest of my years? The couch is an endless option, but doing four sets in a short skirt and painting the living room the next morning isn’t. Not physically. Not mentally. Not realistically. Do I really want to look back twenty years from now and go, “Why did I stop living?’ I do not. I am certain I will look back on my years on earth with plenty of regrets. No need to add to them just because I went through a bumpy spell.
So I am calling April my spring forward month. Time to start moving and not just going through the motions. Time to get creative and find joy in the things I loved so much. Including getting back to the blog. I have changes I want to make, things I want to focus on.
So let the New Year begin!
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