A Sloth's view of New Year's

Yes, I feel like a sloth. All the talk of Resolutions and the constant media reminder of losing weight, etc, is like a jab of a hot iron fire stoker screaming "Move sloth, Move!!". The heaviness of my mental list of what things I should be doing better or more often is as weighty as Russ's boots on Eliot. This time of year is exciting when viewed as a fresh start. However, it's supposed to make you want to hit the ground running with all your new energy, right? So, what if I feel like hitting the ground and lying down for a bit? My brain is going about 80 mph and my body gets a little more cynical with each idea for a NYR (New Year's Resolution). There's so much expectation attached to each idea and then a feeling of failure when it's January 2nd and none of them have gotten started yet. Hence, my resolve to slothland.

So, instead, I'm making a list of goals to be done by 2009. That's a tad more achievable for me. It gives me a nice window of time to work! Here's a few of the highlights:

*Earn the Arbonne trip to Cancun for Russ and I (if your NYR was to take better care of your skin, you could help me with this one!)

*Sell this house and buy a new one while purging a ton of 'stuff' in the meantime

*Finish my book

That's it. That's where I'm leaving it. Yes, I want to pray more, read my Bible more, workout more, eat less yucky/yummy stuff, read more, increase my vocabulary, watch less TV, cook more, clean more, organize more, meet new people, keep up with old friends, hug Russ and Eliot more, drink more water, have company over more, etc. Maybe some will happen but maybe they won't, I'm not going to stress over it. Trying to attain all these is too big for me. I'd rather take off the Russ-sized boots and choose the ones that actually fit me.