This is the time of year that normally has me doing 325 crunches, taking every plank challenge that pops up on my Instagram feed, increasing the amount I contribute to my twins’ college funds so much that I can’t afford a fast food meal, drinking a gallon of water, purging my home so I can start the year off organized – and setting at least 20 other lofty goals. I love to ask people I encounter what their resolutions or goals are, and am always confused by the people how have none. Have you no goals? What are you – dead?!! In a nonjudgmental way, of course. And then as fate would have it – by the third week into my new year, my pattern to crash and burn takes over. Those resolutions and goals turn into good intentions and I am left feeling like a loser because I (how dare me?!!) lived a little. Not. Any. More. This year I vowed not to let the gift and the curse of being overly-ambitious rear it’s ugly head into my New Year. So, I’m doing things differently. This year I decided to focus on things I WON’T do. I had much more fun with the list, and there is something kick-assy, put my foot down and toss my hair over my shoulder about it. In the end, it’s me against me! Here’s my list – you should try one of your own! If you do, please share your self battle.
I WILL NOT FORGET MY PRIORITIES.
This means I will make an effort to wrap up my business – during business hours. My family deserves the best of me….and a focused dinner, homework time, or movie night is not too much to ask. I will be returning your e-mails in the morning (with great energy and zest I might add!).
I WILL NOT TAKE ON ANY PROJECT THAT DOESN’T INSPIRE ME.
This year is big for me. I am walking away from all things that don’t bring me joy. I am choosing to put more energy towards my passion for interior design and life. I’m tired of meeting you girls at Woodmont Grill at Ruth’s Cris! The world is bigger than our backyard and I plan on seeing it!
I WILL NOT BE CAGED.
It’s easy to get into the mommy/wife routine of work, errands, chores, homework, playmates, repeat. You look up and you don’t even know what YOU enjoy anymore – and you are too tired to even think about it. It’s unrealistic to think these responsibilities will go away, but I have decided that once a month I am going to wake up and do/go wherever my heart leads me. Keep your back door open for me and Pepsi in the ‘fridge!
I WILL NOT SACRIFICE MY SLEEP.
There’s never enough hours in the day to finish my to-do list so I find myself working from my laptop in the bed far too often. I’m planning on getting at least 8 hours of shut-eye so I can work less sluggishly during business hours (see number 1). My designer bags should been in my closet not under my eyes!
I WILL NOT BE USED.
In the words of a gal I met from Louisiana, “Woo, chile!”. To whom much is given much is required – I live by that and I take pleasure in being about to give and help. But, if I haven’t seen you all year – please don’t send me your Christmas gift request (for you or your child). Don’t always ask for the hook up, work on being the plug yourself. If I can’t give you what you asked for AND put the value away in a savings account for my child that same day AND still be comfortable in my day to day – the answer is no.
I WILL NOT PRETEND TO BE WONDER WOMAN.
I need help sometimes. I really do. And, I never ask for it. It’s a weakness of mine. And I also tend not to show my vulnerabilities. I’m working on that.
I WILL NOT DUMB MYSELF DOWN.
This one is hard. As women, it is second nature to dim your light so that no one else in the room is uncomfortable. If someone says “I like your shirt”, you say “This old thing?”…no more! Accept the compliment, you deserve it! Getting an award? Celebrate it! Big up yourself! #preachingtothechoir
I WILL NOT COMPLAIN (let’s be real…I won’t complain AS MUCH)
I am truly blessed. And though my life, like everyone else’s, comes with great challenges. It. Really. Could. Be. Bat-Shit. Worse.
I WILL NOT WING IT.
I will make a plan and work it. The only thing I will be winging is my eyeliner. I’ve been far too lucky for far too long flying by the seat of my pants. It’s time to level up.
I WILL NOT LET MY SCALE PUNK ME.
So, I hate my scale. I get on it every morning and I hate it. It doesn’t move. But screw that, I’m loving all of me this year – even my chunky bits!
P.S. My family hated every bit of playing dress up with me!