You know when it’s 10:04 PM on New Year’s Eve and you’re in bed Googling “New Year’s resolutions”…?
The thing is, I can’t really remember ever keeping a resolution past February (mostly, I am drinking a Diet Coke as I type this… sorry, 2012. And 2014. And 2015.).
And those I do remember making were ones I didn’t feel terribly about breaking (hence the lack of motivation for keeping them). So I set out (at nearly the 11th hour) to find a worthy resolution — one I could really work on keeping– for 2017.
Grace is basically a tiny fashion blogger. Minus the fashion blog.
This struck a chord for me:
“Let our New Year’s resolution be this: we will be there for one another as fellow members of humanity, in the finest sense of the word.”
–Göran Persson, former Prime Minister of Sweden
A worthy resolution, indeed.
I still plan to set monthly goals and intentions, but as we head into 2017, I want to more fully embrace our connectedness. I want to put more energy towards service than I do towards cynicism and fear. I want to be a more compassionate, gentle, kind + openhearted person.
And ideally, I’d like to stop eating Cheez-Its for dinner.
(For the record: Now that we’re nearing a month of newborn-related sleep deprivation, everything I say and do is the funniest thing ever… to me, at least. It would seem my siblings feel differently. Either that or their phones are broken in such a way that they cannot reply to my hilarious bitmoji texts.)
January goals and a printable calendar
Materials used: Micron pen (black 01), Sakura Koi Coloring Brush Pens, Winsor and Newton Professional Watercolors, random craft paint (acrylic), good old Microsoft Word (for the calendar table)
My questionable comedienne status aside, it is New Year’s Day and I’ve got January goals and a printable calendar to share with you. Rather than setting year-long resolutions, I’m sticking to monthly goals and intentions. Mostly because I can barely imagine what tomorrow will bring, let alone how many days I can deprive myself of Diet Coke come November.
The calendar is a part of a larger goal I have to both make and share more art. Please feel free to share, download and print as you like. Consider it a gift to offset the un-funny Adele joke above. And unless I completely space out, I’ll draw and paint a new calendar for you on the first of each month.
Join a new parish (this is sort of major, and in the works — we love our current parish, but will be moving to one in our own neighborhood this year)
Participate in at least one of my fitness group’s social activities (the group has monthly birthday parties for kids, a mom’s night out, recipe swaps, etc.) rather than ducking out right after the workout, as I’ve done in the past #awkwardfaceemoji
Share at least one friend’s blog post or project per week
Here’s to a productive, happy, healthy, sort-of-hilarious month.
Happy New Year! Nick and I enjoyed a night of fun and games with my sister, her fiance and their friends. Thanks to the magic of Uber, we were home before 1 AM, ready to ring in 2013. After this morning’s daily juice, a quick run, a little nap and a big salad, anything seems possible.
I took some time over the past few days to set my intentions, goals, and plans for 2013. I like to call them wishes. Mostly because that just sounds magical. And sort of cute. Regardless of the amount of work and dedication each requires.
In no particular order, my 13 wishes:
Make some sense of the 5 million photos on my MacBook
[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Has anyone else grown weary of the “new year, new you” messaging swirling around the Universe lately? I don’t know about you, but I feel like the same old me… regardless of how many new resolutions and goals I am working toward in 2012. I did get a new post-workout beverage of choice, though. So there’s that.
I recently received the opportunity to try out Tropicana’s new line of juice beverages, Trop50. Trop50 boasts 50% less sugar and fewer calories than similar beverages, without adding artificial sweeteners. While I may prefer firing up my juicer and squeezing my own cup of OJ (as in orange juice, not um… OJ Simpson), a tall glass of Trop50 with Calcium and Vitamin D hit the spot after a particularly tough boxing class this week. No firing up of machinery required. I liked the orange variety so much, that I headed back to the store (with my own cold, hard cash in hand) and picked up a bottle of Pomegranate Blueberry. I am a sucker for antioxidants… and I think it will mix well with vodka and soda water. Let’s be real.
Speaking of being real, Trop50 recently launched a new Facebook app, giving humans like you and me the change to get real about resolutions and the motivation behind them. Their resolution creator is rather fun to play with, and generates resolutions (and the true motivation behind them) that are far more exciting than my “brush your teeth for a full 2 minutes, morning and night.” Share your “true resolution” and earn Trop50 coupons and the chance to win a $1,000 gift card. That’ll buy you a whooole lotta juice, or OJ Simpson memorabilia. No judgement here.
[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] I don’t know about you, but I have a feeling 2011 is going to be one for the record books. Or, the comic books at the very least. We ushered out 2010 with our last long run with Team in Training, as the marathon is now just a week away.
Hang on, I need to faint.
Okay. I’m back. I couldn’t be more excited to run 26.2 miles and support the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, and I am so thankful for all of the generous and enthusiastic support I’ve received since our training began in August. I am also tremendously nervous, but it would probably be weird if I wasn’t. As I am sure you can imagine, I’m a bit more focused on the marathon than the New Year, but I’ve got some great resolutions and plans cooking and look forward to getting things going right after the race. In the meantime, I need to focus on not falling down the stairs or getting hit by a city bus or something.
Looks like Mr. Learning enjoyed ringing in 2011.
What a party animal.
On that note… I hope you all have an incredibly, happy, healthy, peaceful, fabulous and fun new year.
Welp… we’re well into the fourth day of 2010, and I’ve yet to see a single flying spaceship car. Maybe tomorrow? I’ve spent practically the entire year hopped up on Dayquil, sniffling and sneezing and on occasion, whining. Apparently I’m ringing in the New Year with a cold, but I am not going to let that dampen my plan to have the BEST. YEAR. EVVVVVER! Muhaha.
On New Year’s Day, Nick and his brother were off to Fenway bright and early for the NHL’s Winter Classic. That meant Clark and I were left to fend for ourselves. We went for a long walk in snowy Southie. The walk proved to be too long, as I found myself carrying our 27 lb. Frenchie most of the way back to the condo, sneezing the whole way. And no, public health commissioner, I was not sneezing into my elbow. I thought it best to not drop the dog.
Clark’s been known to try and visit the D-6 Police Station, but on Friday he decided fling himself upon the steps of the station, rather dramatically and refuse to move. I think he was trying to have me arrested for Frenchie endangerment.
I picked him back up, waddled home and promptly collapsed into bed, where I stayed for the following three days, giving me plenty of time to ponder New Year’s Resolutions, both for myself and other people. I don’t know how kindly people take to having resolutions made for them, so I’ll just give you my own goals:
Complete a longer distance race. In 2009, I ran a 10k and a 7.5 mile race, so we’re looking at a 10 miler or half marathon.
Floss more regularly and overcome morbid fear of the dentist. Maybe I will investigate sedation dentistry. Or, given that we’re still in a recession, maybe I will save a few bucks and just take two Tylenol Simply Sleeps and trick Nick into chauffeuring me to and from the dentist. I might even convince him that he owes me one, after the knocked out tooth/fraternity formal debacle of 2008. Maybe.
Spend more time exploring the neighborhood.
Devote a few hours on Saturday to planning for the week ahead, in an effort to minimize the dread that has been setting in each Sunday evening since… well… since I became a real adult. This planning might involve meals, work outs, work obligations and so on.
Make my lunch the night before, grammar school style.
Relax. It’s not really that serious.
Use my vacation time. For once.
I think each is doable, and most likely worth what effort they might require. Especially the vacation part. I’ll be sure to keep you updated of my progress or congress. Here’s something to meditate over, this being Monday and all: