happy new year, friends. somehow the holidays came and flew away and now it's 2012. holy freight train.
as the new year comes and goes, i can't help but notice that everyone around me is talking the resolution talk. people want to do all kinds of inspiring things, but frankly, i've never even pretended to make a resolution. i can't even manage picking up a flossing habit (something i try to lie to my obsessively hot dentist about) so i wasn't particularly optimistic regarding the successful completion of a resolution for an entire year.
in fact, even as i write this post, i feel like resolutions may be our masochistic way of reminding ourselves that we're human. that we aren't perfect and that we have to try to better ourselves ... which seems to be one heck of a battle.
however, just like i jumped on the tebow bandwagon, i've decided to jump on the resolution bandwagon. really i just don't want to be left out in conversations for the rest of january, but whatever the reason, i'm making a resolution this year.
so what is it, you might ask?
i resolve to stop freaking out ... or at least give it one heck of a run. okay, this is a ridiculous resolution to make, isn't it? if you ask my mother (or any of my truly close friends), it really isn't ridiculous ... at least not for me. i don't know when i started being higher strung than my obsessively high-strung sister, but somewhere between high school and real life i became restless, skeptical (okay ... i've always been skeptical), and constantly tense.
and trust me, not sleeping at night is just not fun. it's one thing because macy is being a crazy fool dog running around barking at spiders and invisible people (which i refuse to believe are ghosts), but it's another thing entirely to lose sleep because i'm high-strung.
and don't worry, i'm not foolish enough to think i can just up and erase the high-strung-can't-relax-to-save-my-life persona i've spent 6 years perfecting. however, if i want to keep hair that's a shade other than gray and i want to keep from having stomach ulcers visit me every few months, i've got to learn to chill.
so that's what i'll do this year. i'm going to stop freaking out. in fact, i'm going to learn to chill out ... take things in stride and take a lot of deep breaths. and of course, make a lot of lists.
and i'm going to love it. rock on, 2012.
