Because I am a compulsive list maker who has been (on multiple occasions) laughed at for adding grocery items with question marks after them (just in case they’re on sale), I wanted to document my 2010 resolutions so I don’t forget them after tonight’s wine.
Steph’s New Year’s resolutions for 2010:
* Floss at least twice a week (up from zero) with the cool generic water pik thing you spent money on last year.
* Meditate at least once a week, especially on the days you don’t want to.
* Start teaching regular classes at the gym again (bonus! just learned this is done already! score!).
* Buy stock in Dunkin Donuts (or stop spending so much money there).
* Travel WAY more. Use the money you earned on the DD stock or saved from making your own coffee.
* MOST IMPORTANT (potentially, though my dentist might disagree): Trust your gut. When that burning sensation feels more nervous than optimistic, it’s your brain saying “Don’t talk yourself into this one. It’s not going to be as cool as you (logically) think (or hope) it’ll be, so just move along. Nothing to see here.” Pressing my luck in life by challenging my gut reactions has proved to result in whammies, mostly. So here’s to a year of big money instead. (Figuratively speaking, though I would accept literal, too.)
“ONWARD, OPTIMISTICALLY, I SHALL CHARGE INTO THE NEXT DECADE,” Steph proclaimed.
I used to live near enough to the lake in Ohio that winter effects would drop LOTS of snow on widdle ole Tiffin. When I moved here to the DC area, I learned quickly that people go ABSOLUTELY INSANE at the thought of snow. Before the first flake falls, schools are closed and people have cleared the grocery store shelves of bread and toilet paper.
One thing I appreciate the most about this season are the classics — that each year, although new products and marketing campaigns run in an effort to sell (p.s. I will buy anything Peyton Manning endorses) — we still get to take some time to return to the good ole days of Miracle on 34th Street, The Bells of St. Mary’s (or this could just be my family’s tradition), Christmas Vacation, and A Christmas Story. Even though I’ve seen these millions of times — just like I’ve listened to the Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack a million times — they still make me feel snuggly.
