If the way you start the new year sets the tone for the entire 365 days, what do you think this says about me?
December 31, 3:00pm: I realize that I could watch the ball drop at 9pm my time then head straight to bed. West coast perk! The family doesn’t really support this plan.
December 31, 9:30pm: I close my eyes on the couch and tell my husband to wake me up when it is time to go to bed. We are in the middle of binge-watching Good Mythical Morning episodes we have already seen countless time.
December 31, 10:00pm: I throw in the towel and head to bed anyway. I cozy up and browse the web on my phone while listening to an episode of World’s Dumbest [Blank], as I love trashy television best.
December 31, 11:59pm: Hey, I’m still awake. Guess I’ll welcome the new year after all. This is the first time in a couple of years I’ve actually been awake.
January 1, 12:00am: Hmm. . . those people having the party next door didn’t count down. That seems like a waste.
January 1, 12:00:45am: Oh, there they go. Our clocks must be different.
January 1, 12:20pm: The husband comes to bed and we browse the internet together because we are boring.
My day started fairly early – I rolled out of bed at 7:10am to take my mom to the airport. She has been visiting us for two weeks. After sending her on her way, I grabbed one last peppermint mocha for the holiday season and headed to Target. Yes, Target. Where I shopped for very interesting things like trash bags, a 2017 planner for my kid, and 75% off Christmas candy (candy cane Hershey Kisses, for the win!).
My big plan for the rest of the day is to take a nap. So . . . what does all this say about my upcoming new year? Nothing. It doesn’t say anything. I’m a normal person who enjoys sleep and needs bags to collect her household garbage.
I do have some plans for the new year though. While I don’t bother to make traditional resolutions (too silly), I do sometimes identify something I want to focus on. This year I want to take more photographs of neat things, especially the neat things that we are doing. I could pretend that I don’t take photos because I’m trying to be in the moment. . . but that’s a lie. I much prefer to document what is happening, but I’ve just been too lazy to do it.
Practically speaking, I need to find a primary care physician/gynecologist/optometrist in the new local. I need to unbox the books cluttering up our bedroom and take the little man’s toys out of the moving box they have been in for six months. I need to sit down and refile all of the paperwork I’ve been ignoring since it was unpacked.
And I need to read more. I’ve gotten out of the habit.
*Let’s just all agree to ignore that I haven’t regularly posted anything to this site in months. The shared delusion only works if you all participate, people!